Yesterday we celebrated the first Sunday of Advent. Advent: the season when we await the celebration of the birth of our Savior, while at the same time being reminded that we await His second coming, that we can – and do – look forward to a day when the brokenness of the world around us is made right. He has come, but He has not yet come again.
In the Advent devotional I am reading, the author points to this truth that we are still waiting for the Prince of Peace to return:
‘Come, Lord Jesus,’ the Advent mantra, means that all of Christian history has to live out a kind of deliberate emptiness, a kind of chosen non-fulfillment. Perfect fullness is always to come, and we do not need to demand it now. This keeps the field of life wide open and especially open to grace and to a future created by God rather than ourselves. – R. Rohr (Preparing for Christmas)
It can be a busy season, but we’re hoping we can sidestep the chaos a bit and take the time to reflect on the reason for all our festivities, to reorient ourselves towards God, and to rest in the knowledge of His grace and love.
We do have a few visible reminders of the special time of year it is around the house. Last week, I was picking up some groceries, and they had cheap tabletop trees at the market. So I picked one up, got some lights at the neighborhood dollar store, and on Saturday spent the afternoon decorating it (I tried to pack in the ornaments, but not quite everything fit on the tree). On our mantle, we have a nativity set, in our windows, snowflakes, and of course, an advent wreath on our table. C has also been blasting the Statler Brothers – another reminder of the season!