“Waddya waiting for…Christmas?” My dad would say
that if somebody was in his way in traffic.
That was before “road rage”.
While it didn’t seem to faze the driver in front of him, it certainly
linked “Christmas” and “waiting” in my psyche.
And didn’t we, as kids, have a hard time waiting? But we were stuck with it, and so we learned…to…WAIT.
Maybe that’s
why last Sunday I was surprised by the word “Watch” in the Gospel. I guess my default position is more passive
and indifferent, a vestige of my childhood – to wait. I found the call to
watchfulness a perturbing call to a more adult engagement in Advent, and my
immaturity surprised me.
But this
Second Sunday of Advent calls us further.
It calls us to past waiting and even watching. It calls us to work. “Prepare the way”…. Oh, yeah?
How? Make the high places plane and fill in the
low places, so that the son of justice can quickly come.
We read
daily about the growing gap between rich and poor. The high places are getting higher and the
low places lower. How do we turn it
around? How do we? Who can we lift
up? How can we bring the cry of the poor
to the ears of those living so high that they do not hear?
There are 25 working days 'til Christmas.
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