Waiting

Moon with a rainbow around it

The Moment Will Arrive…

Moving along, sometimes more quickly than others,
Sometimes more like hobbling, or barely there at all,
But hope and faith, always looking and taking pause,
Trust that the moment will arrive, and take its place.

Moon with a rainbow around it

“Justice shall flourish in his time, and fullness of peace for ever.” – Psalm 72:7

During the season of Advent, we wait in anticipation of what’s coming—the birth of Jesus Christ. However, so much of life is about waiting and anticipating what’s coming. And persevering through it requires a level of trust. The response for the Second Sunday of Advent’s Psalm (above) tells us there will be “justice” and “fullness of peace” and it will be “in his time”.

What gets in the way of your ability to trust and be patient? How do you overcome it?

In the Gospel for this Sunday, it is written of John the Baptist:

It was of him that the prophet Isaiah had spoken when he said:
“A voice of one crying out in the desert,
‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight his paths.’” – Matthew 3:3

Take some time now, and throughout the week, to envision yourself as the voice crying out in the desert. The way has already been prepared, and you are crying out, but to the Lord. Share what is on your mind and happening in your heart as this time. What do you need from the Lord? What does the Lord desire for you?

To Grow in Faith…

As the fire kicks in,
it dances about.
And the smoke?
It fades away.
All attention now
To the brilliance
Of its flames.

No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you working such deeds for those who wait for him. – Isaiah 64:3

The readings for the First Sunday of Advent call upon one and all to watch and wait… to pay attention. However, it can be very challenging to take heed to this message, especially at a time of year when everything is busier and there is pressure to fit more and more into whatever time one has. So, what are some ways that one can wade through the sea of distractions that float their way this Advent?

O God, restore us; light up your face and we shall be saved. – Psalm 80:4

First, get in touch with your desire for this Advent Season. Make time for some solitude and prayer so that you can get a better sense of your heart’s deepest wishes. What are your priorities? What are ways you can continue to pray and draw inspiration through each day of Advent?

God is faithful, and by him you were called to fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. – 1 Corinthians 1:9

Second, consider how you can be more intentional in moving through the season with your desires and an openness to God’s presence. What are you willing to invest with regards to time and space? Remember, more is not necessarily better. Also, the attitude with which one approaches a commitment, or a task, will affect the experience. So, try to take your coat off and put your bags down at the door, so to speak, as you enter. Take some time to unload and put aside whatever you’re coming from or holding onto so that you can receive whatever may be awaiting you.

Show us Lord, your love; and grant us your salvation. – Psalm 85:8 (Gospel Acclamation)

Before moving on, spend some time reflecting on the goodness of God. Recount your experience of God’s love (through prayer, nature, art, a meaningful exchange, etc.) over the past weeks and months. Allow yourself some time to bask in the grandeur of God.

What I say to you, I say to all: ‘Watch!’” – Mark 13:37   

Third and last, Jesus instructed his disciples to keep watch and to be ready. It can be easy to take this as a directive and make it our own, but no matter how determined one might be, the risk becomes leaving God at the direction, and therefore missing the intent. This is not a solo endeavor! There is no way to effectively watch and be ready, without the grace of God.

This brings us back to desire! Scripture tells us that it is God who has chosen us (John 15:16). The season of Advent is an opportunity to remember and pay homage to this. It is an invitation to keep striving to avail oneself to the grace of God, not only to keep the faith, but to also to proceed with a willingness and openness to God’s ways and to grow in faith.

May we all use this Advent to choose, and keep choosing, God.      

The Giving Tree…

During a time when much around the world seems off kilter and unbalanced, Advent waiting proceeds. And, as it does, a place where hearts come together shines bright. Spirit builds in the air, as angels sing, “Come! Come meet me at the giving tree!”

Tomorrow, December 6th, is the Feast of St. Nicholas. Often associated with gifts, and most especially charity, Nicholas and his designated day is one of the places where East meets West. Both Eastern and Western churches honor Nicholas.

So, in this year of many surprises, shocks, and great unknowns, as we continue to journey and navigate through the times in which we live, it seems so fitting that the patron saint of travelers, born one thousand seven hundred fifty years ago (in the year 270), is also one whose spirit of charity is known throughout the world, and whose name means, “victory of the people.”

For it truly is, in giving, hearts unite, and we receive. May God grant peace on Earth as we pray, St. Nicholas—victory of the people—pray for us.  

Do not ignore this one fact, beloved,
that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years
and a thousand years like one day.
The Lord does not delay his promise, as some regard “delay,”
but he is patient with you,
not wishing that any should perish
but that all should come to repentance.
But the day of the Lord will come like a thief,
and then the heavens will pass away with a mighty roar
and the elements will be dissolved by fire,
and the earth and everything done on it will be found out.
Since everything is to be dissolved in this way,
what sort of persons ought you to be,
conducting yourselves in holiness and devotion,
waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God,
because of which the heavens will be dissolved in flames
and the elements melted by fire.
But according to his promise
we await new heavens and a new earth
in which righteousness dwells.
Therefore, beloved, since you await these things,
be eager to be found without spot or blemish before him, at peace. – 2 Pt 3:8-14

Deep Within…

As we trudge through November, moving steadily toward the end of what has been a tumultuous, pandemic ridden year, we enter into the season of Advent, a time of waiting and watching. What will come of this year? At a time when many of the measures of society appear to be unsettled or at all-time lows, what will be birthed? And, what will be unearthed in the weeks and months that lay ahead?

So much of this past year has turned into waiting and watching across a wide variety of areas (health, employment, housing, food security, finances, education, politics, etc.). Overall, at points along the way, waiting and watching have become like a couple of guests whose stay, long past welcome, has become exhausting.

Stretched beyond thin though, is often the best or most appropriate time to stay strong, listen, and hold on. For it is the precise time in which we are called to remain hopeful and to remember, it is not what is on the outside that matters most, but rather that which comes from within.

Jesus said to his disciples:
“Be watchful! Be alert!
You do not know when the time will come.
It is like a man traveling abroad.
He leaves home and places his servants in charge,
each with his own work,
and orders the gatekeeper to be on the watch.
Watch, therefore;
you do not know when the Lord of the house is coming,
whether in the evening, or at midnight,
or at cockcrow, or in the morning.
May he not come suddenly and find you sleeping.
What I say to you, I say to all: ‘Watch!’” – Mark 13:33-37

Reach…

The rays of light poured forth from the sun, extending toward the sea before carrying on and making their way across the water. Then from there, onto the shore, absorbing all in its path, catching passersby, and filling with gratitude, awe and inspiration, each willing soul along the way.

Sometimes getting from one side to the other is easier said than done. Today I found myself thinking about a day, a number of years ago, that I had to fly out of state to do a training session. It had been a productive day, moving right along with no hitches, but still it was a long day and at the end, I could not wait to be home again. However, the return trip was unexpectedly delayed. I remember checking in and boarding the flight, and feeling relieved as the plane began to depart from the gate. I was thinking that soon we would be in the air and less than a couple of hours later reaching the destination. All was good.

Continuing on, we began to move forward, and we kept moving, but without picking up speed. Then, the plane came to a halt, and remained halted on the tarmac for a number of hours. All passengers confined to their seats, I remember feeling more than a little upset as the time standing there, still, grew longer and longer.

Feeling so stuck, it was hard not to wonder, why? Why did the plane pull away from the gate, leaving one and all stranded, with nowhere to go? What is going on? Why are we waiting here? How long will it be?

Eventually, a far time from departing from the gate, the plane was able to take off. I found myself feeling so thankful along the way, upon landing and deplaning, and even more grateful, upon arriving home and climbing into my bed that late night/early morning. Thinking back on that trip, I remember at first feeling defeated in those long moments of waiting. The situation at hand invasive, threatening to wash away the prior, more pleasant happenings of the day. Then, as the time passed, sifting through various thoughts and feelings, somewhere in between, I remember letting go and arriving at a different destination—peace. All was good.

Back then, I did not understand. Since then, I have come to see. The tarmac, what seemed an empty wasteland, the place of being stuck or just waiting and waiting, held the same peace I was longing for at home. Yet, it was only able to reach me, and me it, in my letting go.

Most often what is waiting in between, the in between—Peace—is what gets one through.

Peace, always reaching out, longing to be held.

Peace, a treasure, seeking to be sought, but more than often not.

Peace, always near, always here, wandering care. 

Peace, destined for each other, like the calling of a mother.

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Drawing Wise…

Drawing, in its various forms, is something that all people tend to do. Although not necessarily the kind of drawing that is by hand, certainly the kind of drawing that informs or leads to conclusions, maybe even actions.

Stepping outside, I am drawn to the beauty of the trees and the composition spread across the sky. After a period of pause, I am moved to capture, or at least try, and then to share the scene.

Throughout each day, there are moments of drawing, being drawn in, and opportunities to take notice. In those moments and following them, what happens?

In the Book of Sirach, it is written:

With all your soul draw close to Wisdom;
and with all your strength keep her ways.
Inquire and search, seek and find;
when you get hold of her, do not let her go.
Thus at last you will find rest in her,
and she will become your joy. – Sirach 6:26-28

In a world so steeped in competition, mastering the art of out-preparing, and getting “there” first, Wisdom can seem so elusive. And sometimes, to wait for it, may seem a strategy for those who are passive, or even worse, it may seem like forfeiture or a giving up. Yet, Wisdom knows all too well, waiting is not for the faint of heart.

Saint Augustine wrote, “Patience is the companion of wisdom.” In current times, patience seems to wear thin, and in moving about, it can seem as if all are strangers in a strange land. There are so many twists and turns, and maneuvering and holding on among competing interests, can easily find its way toward the never lasting.

To this, Wisdom says:

Look around for all that is worthwhile;
“faithful in words and holy in works” (Psalm 145:13).
Be drawn into each experience,
and from it, draw,
but only that which is worthwhile;
“faithful in words and holy in works.”

Wisdom is all around, but, oh, how often, one misses this, while going after “that.”

Wisdom

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.  – Emily Dickinson, We Never Know How High We Are (1176)

One Letter Makes a Difference…

Sometimes in preparing for milestones, or even just in going through ordinary life experiences, the process, rhythm, and circumstances can start to feel like a millstone around one’s neck. In the Gospel according to Luke, the Presentation in the Temple (chapter 2, verses 22 through 40), Mary is told of her son, by an elderly man… a man whom she probably never met before, “Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted—and you yourself a sword will pierce—so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.” That seems pretty heavy. It leaves one to wonder what kind of impact the experience may have had on Mary.

Looking back, we know from Scripture that Mary also experienced the words of the Angel Gabriel, prior to Jesus’ birth, during the Annunciation of the Lord (Luke, chapter 1, verses 26 through 38), “Hail, favored one! The Lord is with you.” …, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God.” The Angel Gabriel, also shares news with Mary about her relative, Elizabeth, who is barren… deemed a helpless situation, now expecting a child. Gabriel closes by saying, “for nothing will be impossible for God.”

Jumping ahead to the Presentation of the Lord again, we learn that the Holy Family also encountered an elderly woman in the temple, also likely unknown to them. Like, Simeon, this woman, Anna, a widow, had also been waiting. Unlike, Simeon, though, who was led by the Spirit into the temple at the time of the presentation, Anna, was already in the temple, fasting and praying throughout each day. While there circumstances were different, both Simeon and Anna, were waiting and hanging onto, not only the Word of God, but also God’s presence.

It is written of Simeon’s actions:

“…he took him into his arms and blessed God, saying:
‘Now, Master, you may let your servant go
in peace, according to your word,
for my eyes have seen your salvation,
which you prepared in sight of all the peoples,…’”

We also learn of Anna’s actions:

“she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were awaiting the redemption of Jerusalem.”

After the presentation in the temple, Mary, Joseph, and Jesus returned to Nazareth, where, it is written, “The child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom; and the favor of God was upon him.”

One need not imagine the uncertainty that Mary and Joseph, Simeon, or Anna faced throughout life. While not exactly the same, it is similar to the uncertainty that each of us faces.

To hope… to believe… to trust and persevere, sometimes, one needs to go back and remember the word and works of God. To stay in the presence of them, wrapping them around oneself, holding onto God’s word… God’s presence, before, as well as while, continuing on in faith, and moving forward, regardless of whether it feels like a millstone or a milestone.

From the moment of creation, the favor of God is upon each of us.

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Weight or Wait…

Over the past week, childhood memories of not being old enough to do whatever it might have been that older siblings or kids in the neighborhood were doing have surfaced in attempts to be understanding while navigating and responding to the “why?” of age being a determining factor to the negative.  What is it that can make waiting such a chore? What is it that can make the waiting that comes with life feel more like weight bearing down upon or holding one back than like a time that is on the way and simply has not yet arrived?

It can be difficult at times to take the long view or to see “the waiting” as a friend, creating space and readying one for what is to come. Perhaps sometimes, in the waiting, we are being waited upon. Maybe looked to, to open up or to make a move rather than being mostly on one side of the equation or the other. Oftentimes in waiting, one realization or another comes along, lessening the load and shifting the balance back to peace.

Peace

Truly, the Lord is waiting to be gracious to you,
truly, the Lord shall rise to show you mercy;
For the Lord is a God of justice:
happy are all who wait for the Lord! – Isaiah 30:18

A Time to Wait…

A few days ago, I found myself at the end of a rather long, slow moving line. Although I had anticipated this situation upon embarking to renew my driver’s license, I thought that perhaps the wait would be less since it was mid-morning and mid-week, but I was wrong. After wondering if I had made a mistake not showing up first thing in the morning and then whether I should go elsewhere or try another day, I decided not only to wait, but also to try to make the best of it. Turns out I was in good company.

While each of us in line could account for having paperwork in order (or at least to the best of one’s understanding) and thought we were ready to go, none of us could have accounted for the temporary halt in the functioning of the computer system or the various other issues that came into play, causing a delay for all who were trying to complete a transaction at that time on that day. It did not matter which side of the counter any of us were on, we were all waiting. We were also at a prolonged standstill for some time, except of course for those who turned around immediately upon seeing the length of the line or who left after little to no forward progress. In addition, we were all complete strangers, minus one employee and the person trying to return to her with additional paperwork left at home a day earlier. So, for the most part, we were all strangers, but we were together, and when one of us moved up a spot in the line, all of us moved up.

As the minutes… many minutes passed, for those of us who waited, eventually there was an end in sight, and along the way rewards of one kind or another. There were many conversations that sprung up, differing opinions aired regarding the need for such seemingly arduous procedures to prove one’s identity, laughs shared, and silent prayers during those silent moments when the stretch of time waiting seemed to lean toward being less bearable for all of us. However, one by one we made it through, progressing from chair to chair until finally, in due time, reaching the counter and processing the long-awaited transaction.

It is interesting how sometimes, maybe more often than we know, victory is in the waiting.

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Waiting for the Dough…

I recall being surprised as a child, the first time I observed pastry dough and a particular pastry being made from scratch. To start the process, some warm milk was added into a bowl that contained yeast. Just prior to the water being added, I remember curiously smelling the yeast and turning away as the aroma hit me. I found the odor rather offensive.

I also found myself impatient at having to wait for the dough to rise. Why did we have to wait so long? And how could yeast, having such a bad smell, possibly make good dough? As a child, I did not know any different or understand the process. However, I had a desire to learn and as I followed the process from start to finish, I was thrilled with the end result—Ka’ak! A family favorite enjoyed with a cup of tea or coffee.

There were many steps in the making of this Lebanese sweet treat and each of them seemed to take so long to complete. I remember the pleasant smell wafting through the house as the dough and the dipping “sauce” cooked. There were hours from the rising of the big batch of dough to the second dipping of each piece into the sweet milky liquid that would provide both a glaze and a sweet mild taste that lingered ever so gently with each bite.

As a child, it seemed like a painstaking process, taking an eternity to get to taste a piece of Ka’ak. All those steps and all that time though, were necessary, and the wait always ended up being worthwhile… the taste heavenly.

Sometimes it can be hard to wait, and perhaps even harder to trust that what’s happening, or not happening now, is part of the process. It can be difficult to believe that what may seem unpleasant or far less than ideal may need to occur along the way in order to get to a sweeter place.

One must remember: There is no sense in trying to bake the Ka’ak before the dough rises.

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