Advent begins this coming weekend. I always have a hard time with this last week of the liturgical year. The crash-bang-boom of the apocalyptic readings from the Book of Revelation and Gospels that sound like we are headed towards Good Friday and not Advent.
It makes me want to rush past it on some bullet train of prayer that blurs my view of what is out there.
The irony of course is that like a child waiting for Christmas, I am rushing into the future without living in the present. Advent is not simply some superhighway that gets you to December 25, it is its own essential time. It is a time of quiet, patient, waiting. Of waiting for what is to come, not waiting to “do” something.
I’m thinking about how we live in a time that values productivity as a way to profit, managing well, success and power. Being in constant motion is some kind of postmodern virtue that may get you rewarded with time off. Don’t get caught being still, slacker!
And I’m thinking of our God who seems anything but interested in any such kind of things.