Waiting for Christ

Do you know what it is to have friends in a distant country, to expect news from them, and to wonder from day to day what they are doing, and whether they are well? or do you know, on the other hand, what it is to be in a strange country yourself, with no one to talk to, no one who can sympathize with you, homesick,—downcast because no letter comes to you,—and perplexed how you are ever to get back again? or do you know what it is so to love and live upon a person who is present with you, that your eyes follow his, that you read his soul, that you see its changes in his countenance, that you anticipate his wants, that you are sad in his sadness, troubled when he is vexed, restless when you cannot understand him, relieved, comforted, when you have cleared up the mystery?

Thus John Henry Newman writes in his fantastic sermon "Waiting for Christ" from Sermons Preached on Various OccasionsRead more here at Newmanreader.org, an entire site dedicated to the indexed, searchable works of John Henry Newman.  A Merry Christmas to you.  The beautiful photograph from here.

Waiting for an Advent

by Jessica R. Hickey, c. 2009

December 2, 2009

Advent is a time of mystery. In past years, I have just regarded it sort of as the “anteroom of Christmas,” with some overtones of the Second Coming. Lately, however, I’ve begun thinking about what an advent is, what it means to have one, and what implications then follow from it.

In the old medieval text of The Quest for the Holy Grail, King Arthur and his knights did not merely ride forth, seeking adventure. Adventure, which is derived from the same Latin word as Advent, was something that had to come to them. A mysterious visitor would enter their chamber, tell his or her story, and lay upon them a quest or undertaking. The advent or adventure thus arrived of its own accord. They could not control the day, the hour, or the nature of the event, but without it, they were powerless to use their skill for good.