This season of waiting, of hope, of expectation, it’s a time of practice. Our world doesn’t wait well. Advent asks us to practice waiting. Even amidst the tinny holiday music clinically designed to make us buy yet more junk, underneath the disastrous drumbeats of the news, listen. There is another melody playing. There is a counterpoint.
Until we decide to stop seeing this moment as the end of history, until we start asking “what new world would we like to see born?” we are stuck in the apocalypse.
Temptation: I wish I could tell you I knew how the coronavirus is going to play out. I wish I could tell you whether to cancel your vacation. I wish I could tell you when a vaccine was coming. I can’t. No one can.
I can tell you this: now is a time to ask central questions, questions of vocation, of who we are called to be. Now is the time to ask, ‘will we meet this moment? Will we be who God created us to be?'”
The temptation is always to be less. The temptation is to be smaller. The temptation to pay attention only to the needs of my country, my city, my neighborhood, to ask how will this affect me.
Will we face this challenge with our full selves?