Advent is a season of learning to wait, attentively, in the dark.
To wait for the Lord’s return.
Yet the paradoxical miracle of Advent is that while in a very real sense we wait for God to come to us, in another very real sense God also waits not at a distance but with us.
The one who came into our world, not as an adult but as a baby; who grew into a boy discovering the world around him; became apprenticed to a builder; who shared the love of God with all who would welcome love; who experienced joy and sorrow; who died a painful death…waits with us, in the birth of a new baby, in the squabbles and excitement of children, in the application of learning a trade, in eating and drinking with friends old and new, in our celebrations and bereavement, in the hard-drawn final breaths of the dying, God is with us, now, for always.
May we discover that secret hidden in our midst, transform every moment.
O Emmanuel, our King and our lawgiver,
the hope of the nations and their Saviour:
Come and save us, O Lord our God.