My house got broken into again last night. This time it feels personal. I never would have thought it possible, but Im learning to hate people. I want this to not be my problem anymore and I almost dont care how. All of this just as we enter into advent...a season of waiting for God to do what he said he would do. For me, the frustration and anger I feel right now reflects my impatient longing for peace and joy; the restlessness that a new day must be near, the birth of Peace needs to come soon. The world is groaning like a woman in labor, but Justice remains overdue! I hear the words of Isaiah 2:1-5, and I am reminded that God, too, longs for the world’s restoration. The reason for the Advent season isnt a Hallmark version of baby Jesus sleeping quietly in a manger with Mary and Joseph looking demure and composed despite all of the hell they’ve just endured. Advent is about precisely all of the messiness that we gloss over at Christmas: it is the world’s longing for reprieve and reconciliation, it is the hopeful agony of waiting for something new, it is the bitter reality that Christ is not yet fully manifest among us. Multiple break-ins of what was once my home serve as a difficult reminder that I have to wait.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 04:19:59 +0000
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