As we remember Dr. King this weekend, I have one question for you: “where is your village?” If we are to continue the work of Civil Rights, of human rights, if we are to seek to follow Jesus, I think it would benefit us all to ask, “where is your village?” Because, no one, not Moses, not Jesus, not Dr. King gets to the promised land alone.
In Advent we go out to the wilderness, because there, at the edge, there in the hands of wild ones something new can be born.
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.