So it’s Advent again and we’re waiting to celebrate the coming of Jesus. I’ve never been particularly fond of waiting – those rooms filled with strangers and dreary motoring magazines, the prospect of pain or bad news, and so on. Buses aren’t much better – you have to stand out in the weather as a storm of aggressive traffic goes past. The only real pleasure in waiting is for trains – where you can watch other trains pass. Perhaps Advent is most like waiting to perform – whether it’s an interview, exam, music or theatre – because there’s also the aspect of being ready, preparing. I already said that we’ll not be perfect – but we do try and give it our best shot.
Living God,
may your light grow in us,
as in the world.