Patience is not one of our stronger characteristics. A flight delay or traffic jam can become an emotional and physical crisis.
Whenever I attend Catholic mass during Advent, as I did last weekend, I’m always struck by how it is simply assumed—how it’s a liturgical . . . no, an ontological given—that Christmas is nowhere yet in sight.
Advent is the season of the showing.
As the second Sunday in advent approaches, I find the prophets of the season compelling. To my ears, their message sounds pretty consistent: "Change the ways of this world."
Darkness does not come from a different place than light; it is not presided over by a different God.
I'm particularly eager for Advent this year. Perhaps it's because recent world events have been so relentlessly grim.
I decided our family's Christmas would be simple and spirit-centered. Green to parenting, I defined spiritual as anything that allowed me a minute to reflect on what, beyond the laundry, mattered.
Patience is not one of my virtues, as those closest to me know. I want answers now, clarity now, unresolved issues settled now, anxiety lifted now.
Bring it on, commerce.
Zephaniah 3:14-20 (Isaiah 12:2-6); Philippians 4:4-7; Luke 3:7-18
Micah 5:2-5a (Luke 1:46b-55 or Psalm 80:1-7); Hebrews 10:5-10; Luke 1:39-45, (46-55)
Baruch 5:1-9 or Malachi 3:1-4 (Luke 1:68-79); Philippians 1:3-11; Luke 3:1-6
Jeremiah 33:14-16 (Psalm 25:1-10); 1 Thessalonians 3:9-13; Luke 21:25-36