“The waiting is the hardest part” — Tom Petty
I’ll spare everyone my usual bah-humbag rant about Christmas claim-jumping and how Advent gets a short shrift every year. I’ll just sing the praises of Advent itself.
Advent is about waiting. Patiently, expectantly, even joyfully — Waiting.
We wait for Christmas. I am reluctant to hang the Christmas lights until it gets closer to Christmas. I like the wait. The wait makes the holiday all that more joyful. I don’t want to spoil the anticipation.
Something about waiting that is good spiritual practice. Sitting in the tension between what is and what you want to be. Resting with the tinge of uncertainty and trepidation. Being awake and watchful. Doing your part in preparation. Accepting the now in the face of something better to come. Embracing the paradox of accepting Now while working to bring about a Future.
We wait for the Kingdom of God to come to its fullness in the world. I somehow doubt that the Second Coming will happen all at once, timeline style. God does not seem to me to be limited in such a linear fashion. From our perspective, it comes in bits here and there, in trickles and floods. Some of it is already here and has been for as long as I can remember. Some we can appreciate now. Some we can watch unfold as it happens. And for most of it, we wait.
And here’s a question: is there someone you know of out there waiting for Christ to come into their lives? Someone who is waiting for a word, a touch, a help, a hand, a kiss? Can you be Christ to that person? Are they waiting for you?
What are you waiting for? What am I waiting for?