Advent has come…with a thud. We’ve had a hard time getting back into the swing of school since the Thanksgiving break. The kids are distracted, the baby’s into everything, I’m feeling out of sorts. How can this be? Advent didn’t sneak up on me; I’ve been preparing for weeks. I even wrote a book about it!
For the past few years, during Advent I’ve read A Child in Winter by Caryll Houselander. It’s a book of short, quiet reflections that work their way in. Just a single line can catch my attention and keep me reflecting for a few days.
Our own effort will consist in sifting and sorting out everything that is not essential and that fills up space and silence in us and in discovering what sort of shape this emptiness in us is. From this we shall learn what sort of purpose God has for us.
There is great virtue in practicing patience in small things until the habit of Advent returns to us.
So, I’m simply doing what I can. Lighting the candles, singing the songs, reading the books. Waiting for the habit of Advent to return.