My dad used to call such breaks in the clouds ‘the gates of Heaven’. A hopeful name in the murky greyness of December. No wonder our ancestors went in for winter festivals! Of course the Christian celebration has room for all sorts of pagan or secular add-ons, but along with Bishop Erik Varden we are looking for something more than the annual repetition of comfy customs:
In Advent our gaze is turned towards Christ. We say we are full of expectation. Are we?
Do Advent and Christmas not easily seem like a repetitious, predictable old play? The Christmas tree must stand over there, not over here; the big Santa to the left, the smaller to the right; the mince pies this shape; the turkey exactly as it was last year.
This is all well and good, beautiful and charming. We must, though, at the same time dig deeper. Otherwise we shall find that the message of Advent will be for us like the decoration we bring down from the attic: an ornament arranged for a month’s time each winter to prettify the atmosphere before being reconsigned to a musty cardboard box in the expectation that life will carry on as before, that everything remains the way it was.
The thought of Christ’s Advent will make sense to me only if it touches my life the way it is in fact, not the way I fancy it ought to have been. For us Christians, the first Sunday of Advent introduces a new liturgical year. It is an occasion to render an account and to give thanks, also to formulate new resolutions. Once again we are called to opt for what is real and to relinquish illusion.
Isaiah calls for help: ‘Oh, that you would tear the heavens and come down!’ (64:1) This prayer resounds through the entire liturgy of Advent. It sets out from the insight that what is lacking in my life is not, in fact, this or that accomplishment, possession, or relationship. What is lacking is God himself, his presence. If God seems far away, we easily think we’re right in the middle of a great crisis of faith. It may not be like that. Perhaps I’m simply beginning to realise who I am, a creature of dust; and who God is, the All-Holy? If I recognise the chasm that separates us, I can begin to pray with sincerity: Lord, come! Help me! That could could be the beginning of a new, spiritual life.
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Of course, his coming will often be unnoticed. If I take stock at the end of each day, I can count our blessings and be thankful to the God who provides them.
Bishop Erik Varden’s article is here.