The "not yet" season
The season of preparing for Christ.
A time we almost miss in our eagness
To jump ahead to the joy of the Nativity.
It is not yet time for the Christ-Child
Not yet time for the shepherds, the angel song,
Mary, Joseph, the stable, the manger
The splendor, the rejoicing, the glory
Instead, a time to be attentive and focused,
A time for expectation and anticipation.
A season looking inward to the yearning of our hearts,
A time of introspection, of reflection,
Of seeking God's voice.
For Advent's gifts are in the waiting, the watching,
The deep mystery of searching and hungering,
Of reaching deep within to ache to see and hear and know
So that the promise will be revealed
In an ever brightening light.
For Advent is our time to tell God we are
Longing for the Messiah
And, in the darkness,
We create space for insight and vision
In the dimness we are anticipating
Welcoming the guest
As we journey toward the light,
Listening to the longing within.
For as God pieerces the darkenss and
The dawn brings its tender light
The darkness gives way to hope and promise
And newness of life.
And just ahead we hear the echoes:
"I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life."
Let the mystery of Advent unfold.