We
have almost reached the end of Advent. For some of the people I have walked
this Advent with, it has been their first conscious Advent. I have known more
than fifty – and kept a daily online calendar for twenty consecutive years. Some
years, I have had a good idea of what I wanted to say, in poetry, philosophy,
biblical studies, practical rituals that reinforce faith, or simply
photographs. Other years, I have had no such clarity, and inspiration has been
hard-won. And yet, year after year, the same but different – and finding me in
different places, on different levels – Advent speaks. Never runs out of ways
to point to the One who comes as God-with-us, bringing Light to our darkness.
There
is a moment, just before the dawn, when the heavens are still clothed in deepest
blue and the bright morning star can be seen, ringing true as any bell, and e’en
so here below below peals of rose and gold are swung over sleeping streets.
Where star- and moonlight and sunlight all dance and sing. The day is near! The
Day is near now!
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