Undercurrent of Hope.

Whew. So how has your first Monday of Advent been?  Mine?  Well, yeah, it’s been a Monday.

It’s been slightly frantic. It has felt mostly like a Monday after a holiday. Which means I have felt mostly behind, and mostly like I am out of rhythm.

We didn’t get the Advent candle lit tonight.

We didn’t even eat dinner all sitting in the same place tonight. Zach had a meeting for hockey, so he and Steve were off taking care of that. Which means the evening was out of sorts.

Which means one day into the Advent season and we are already off the rhythm.

We did read from the Advent book we are using this year, though, Bartholomew’s Passage.  We did spend at least a few minutes talking about Advent. Talking about anticipation. Talking about hope.

The fact is, these are the days we need that undercurrent of the Advent season. Not when the candles are lit and all is calm and all is bright. We need the undercurrent of hope and of anticipation when all is chaotic and all is frustration and all is slightly hope-less.  We need the whispers that something is coming that changes everything.

“The house lights go off and the footlights come on. Even the chattiest stop chattering as they wait in darkness for the curtain to rise. In the orchestra pit, the violin bows are poised. The conductor has raised his baton. In the silence of a midwinter dusk, there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. … You are aware of the beating of your heart…The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens. Advent is the name of that moment.” -Frederick Buechner (Whistling in the Dark)

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