I haven’t thought much about Advent this year; and this very fact has disclosed something interesting. Every commitment that is not school has felt like a burden to me as of late. And while I can’t say that this is desirable, it is what it is and the idea of trying to formulate some plan to change this only feels like yet another burden. So Advent celebrations, candle lightings, thoughtful conversations, they’ve all taken a backseat, or so it seems.
If Advent is waiting, waiting for God, waiting for each other and ourselves to wait for God, then I have been participating. I’m not sure if i’ve ever groaned for anything so strenuously as I have for these papers I’ve been writing. More of myself than I’d like to admit has gone into them. Every ounce of reflection, every inch of wisdom, every strand of my accessible soul. I have two down and one to go, the end is drawing near. Then what will I do? I’ll drive the pretty pages to langley, through the resistance of traffic and time, I’ll drop them off, and I’ll leave to Saskatchewan for Christmas. There’s an Advent progression there, I want to believe. I want to believe that even the busy can enter the kingdom of God, that the work of liturgy can truly be “the work of the people.”