Last week I installed a wire spice rack on the door of our pantry. All by myself. Judging by the unimpressed looks I’m seeing, I don’t think you yet know about me that I am not particularly handy in that way. Ryan is the Mrs. Fix-It in our house. I am quite proud of my handiwork mainly because I stocked the spice rack with maybe 20 spices, opened & closed the door to the pantry many times… and guess what? That rack is still screwed in AND level!
In order for the rack to be able to hold what it needs to hold, it is supported by 4 anchors. On each corner of the wire rack is a clip & a screw to give the spice rack stability even under significant weight.
I don’t know about you, but this season of waiting, this season of Advent is weighty. Whether you are one of those people who enjoy shopping at those special year round Christmas stores in March & Christmas songs are permanently on your playlist, or you frankly feel a bit grouchy & out of sorts during this month because of grief, or stress, or difficulty with less daily sunlight, here we are. We are in this season together.
Advent is anchored by 4 Sundays including today. Sundays of considering hope, love, joy, & peace. I don’t know about you, but reflecting on these gifts feels a bit out of touch with reality. Has Advent read the headlines? Has Advent sat down to talk to real, living people? Does Advent know the real pain & struggle of each allegation, of each bombing, of each destructive new policy, of each memory of a deceased loved one, of each demand for more or better during this season of expected perfected hospitality, of each day or night of loneliness, of each overwhelming social invite?
I struggle with Advent. I struggle with Christmas. One of my favorite seasonal songs is I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, based on a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow[1]:
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to all…
And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to all.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to all.”
Till, ringing, singing, on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to all!
I love this song & poem because it describes this struggle between current reality & faith for a different, restored reality.
In 1 of our passages this morning, the Psalmist in Psalm 80 repeats the refrain, “restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved”. In this season of Advent, consider, in what areas do I need restoration? In what ways can I join God’s restorative work?
My hope & prayer for you & for us all during this season is to find resolve & restoration, & an audacious hope while simultaneously looking directly at your current individual & our current shared reality.
I hope you will find these 4 Sundays of Advent to be anchors for whatever spices this season holds for you- whether sweet spices of dill, nutmeg, sesame, or bitter spices of horseradish, bay leaf, cloves, or a combination of something in-between.
I encourage you to try something new or different during this season to add tools to your spiritual tool box & to anchor Advent, maybe even find or create some restoration. Amen.