About a month ago, just after
Halloween, I went shopping for some desperately needed shirts and pants. I went to a local clothing store and quickly
got down to business picking out and trying on clothes. As I was checking out, the clerk packed up my
merchandise in a Christmas-themed bag. I
was shocked. Christmas already? The clerk was even more shocked at my
reaction: “Haven’t you noticed the
Christmas carols that have been playing the whole time you've been shopping?” I hadn't noticed, and with those words I
suddenly realized that the store was decked with boughs of artificial holly and
a five foot diameter Christmas wreath.
Christmas had sprung up all around me, and I hadn't even noticed.
I love Christmas – I love Christmas
carols and Christmas cards; I love midnight Mass and mistletoe; I love Santa
Claus (though I could do without the Elf on the Shelf – creepy) and Saint
Nicholas; and I especially love rejoicing in the Good News that the Word was
made flesh and dwelt among us. But I
also love waiting for Christmas.
Advent is the four-week liturgical
season of joyful waiting. During this
season, we prepare ourselves spiritually for Christ’s birth and for his Second
Coming at the end of time. Christmas is
a big deal (and the Second Coming of Christ will be a really big deal, trust me), so it’s worth preparing for; it’s worth
waiting for. Advent helps me change my
state of mind from my ordinary cares to supernatural concerns – from the secular
to the sacred. Advent helps me
appreciate how special Christmas is and how blessed I am.
My family has its own Advent
traditions. We light the Advent wreath before
dinner on Sunday evenings and read passages from Isaiah foretelling the coming
of the Messiah. We tag a tree at a local
Christmas tree farm, but don’t pick it up until closer to Christmas. We set up the Crèche, but wait until
Christmas to place the Christ-child and the angel in the stable. In short, we prepare for Christmas, and we
wait for it.
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