We are a mere three Sundays from the first Sunday in Advent. Advent is a season, or time in the year when we turn down the volume. We dim the lights and slow the pace. Counter to our culture, we recklessly insist on hope and pray exclusively for peace. Week after week as the nights stretch out, we light more candles to push against the dark.
Advent and Lent are both seasons that lead to the two biggest celebrations of the church year, and both seasons call for quiet. They demand a thoughtful kind of waiting. For four weeks of Advent (literally “to arrive”) we are waiting for the arrival of the embodiment of God’s love in a way God had never shown up before.
Last year, our congregation journeyed through Advent with Amy-Jill Levine and her “Light of the World” book. She opens up the old stories with her even older Hebrew stories. And…she is delightful. This year, I may wait through Advent with “Present over Perfect”, by Shauna Niequist or “Waiting, Accepting, Journeying, Birthing”, by Sarah Bessey. I can’t decide. Both wise women push against the kind of dark that calls women to do more, be more, and have more.
Perhaps there has never been a more intense Advent for so many women in America. I heard Kristen Howerton tell Kate Bowler in a recent podcast the gift of feminism is that women can do anything. We just don’t have to do it all at once. And yet, women are keeping up with the majority of household work, bending our schedules to align with the hybrid schedule, usually leading the way in our marriages, scheduling kids’ appointments and activities, and working extra hard in our paid work. Oh, and the groceries! And now it is the eve of Christmas Eve and we do the shopping, send the cards, bake the goods, wrap the presents, and hide the freaking elf.
All this time before we even reach Advent, we are waiting. Waiting for “normal”, for less intensity, for a vaccine, for the busy lives we knew before and didn’t really like to come back. Every day we wait for the intense fog of our daily lives to lift. And it will, but not yet.
Not yet. Those are Advent words.
Life is not as it should be, not yet. Every day is Advent, not yet as it should be yet demanding reckless hope from you and prayers exclusively for peace for you. All this pandemic time, we have been waiting. So dim the lights and turn down the volume. Light a candle and insist the love of God that took shape in Jesus Christ is worth the wait.
While you wait, do not do more. Stop that. It’s ridiculous. There is no award for cutest tree, most precisely-wrapped gift, or most exhausted mama. There is only the love of God for which you need not wait.
Lisa Lewton 