Confessions of a Troubled Heart, Looking at Advent
Monday, November 30th, 2009by Mark Owen
As I’m writing this, it’s the Monday of Thanksgiving week.
Mondays are annoying enough for me as the first day of a business week that I have to “jump start,” but this is the Monday before Thanksgiving. I know from experience that making the usual business calls to church accounts is not a wise plan today. As a matter of fact, today, tomorrow and Wednesday, Thanksgiving eve, are pretty much limited in their potential to be of any actual business value to me. The good Fathers, pastors, music directors and lay leaders I call on daily have full agendas this week, so experience and wisdom hold my reins tightly, and I’m settled here at my desk.
And, to top it off, there’s this time period approaching rather quickly called “Advent” that everyone seems to have a much better grasp of than me. I’m still straining from my roots as a southern Baptist boy. We didn’t “do” Advent. Too “high church” or something, I guess. I’m trying to understand it.
ADVENT – defined by my dictionary as “…the period beginning four Sundays before Christmas and observed by some Christians as a season of prayer and fasting… .” A second definition simply says, “the coming of Christ at the Incarnation… .”
Well, that doesn’t do anything for me, so let me indulge in the convenience of my omniscient laptop and access the powers of Wikipedia. “ADVENT (from the Latin word adventus meaning ‘coming’) is a season of the Christian church, the period of expectant waiting and preparation for the celebration of the Nativity of Jesus; in other words, the period immediately before Christmas… .”
I’m finding myself a little irritated. I don’t anticipate Christmas. No, I’m not Scrooge…well, maybe a little. But I did, like Scrooge’s Ghost of Christmas past revealed to him, at one time find the excitement of anticipating Christmas to be all warm and fuzzy with lights, garlands, decorations, gift wrappings, days full of song, children’s school plays, and family gatherings of nosey, er…noisy relatives, church pageants of the nativity and the most wonderful food imaginable. But that all changed. It did for Scrooge…it has for me…and from what I observe, both personally and via the media, it has for millions of others.
Should I expect others to feel guilty because they’re so joyful and there are countless others of us who are not? Or maybe I should “put on a happy face” and just get through it again. Tell that to the guy begging on the corner. Or maybe try to get that across to the mom standing in the median with a cardboard sign scribbled with the words, “Help, please…will work to feed my children.” I suggested to Jeff the other day as we were making ready to hand out our usual invitation to Dignity Diner along with bus fare that we should ask that street person, “What does ADVENT mean to you?”
I’m thinking that, secretly, way in the depths of my heart, what I really wanted was to have the power to announce to him, “Don’t be afraid; for see—I have good news of great joy for all of our people. Jesus has been given to you, to me, to all of us…an amazing gift that we share together!” Maybe, because I’m such a drama queen, I wanted to hear that army of angels once again sing out, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace to whom this gift is given!”
Or did I need for him to say to ME, “Don’t be afraid…”? Did I need then, as maybe I do now, some sort of reassurance that God understands my holiday troubled heart and has a promise of peace for me as I contemplate the amazing power of His gift and allow celebration and rejoicing in my soul that must be shared in the uniting of my voice with others as we sing “Joy to the World, the LORD is come!” and we call, “Sing choirs of angels! Sing with exultation!…O, COME, COME LET US ADORE HIM!”
I suspect God has already set in motion a plan that uses those persons in my life, from Jeff to the street person to perhaps even you, that will once again pull me through the holidays. You, Jeff and I, and maybe even the persons on the street, the homeless surviving on so much less than we have, will look at the weeks ahead with anticipation of God’s gift.
May we be ever mindful, as we move through this Advent season in anticipation, that we are also God’s gifts to each other. That is why we give.
