This Advent has been quite a different one for my family and
me. Both my son and I had orthopedic surgery and have been recovering for
several weeks. This season has been a different kind of busy for us. I love
the Church season of Advent and I love the secular Christmas season. As soon as Thanksgiving weekend passes, I
have my Christmas to do list for my family.
I love breakfast with Santa, volunteering at My Brothers’ Keeper, going
to Christmas concerts at Church, visiting Jordan’s Furniture, visiting
Lasalette shrine, making and decorating cookies, going to events and celebrations
and the list goes on. I love it all and my personality is such that
I set the family schedule so we accomplish it all. Lists and accomplishments drive me in many
areas of life and I love the feeling of accomplishment even if by Christmas Eve
I am very tired. To say this year has been different has been an
understatement. The positive side is that I have been very
faithful to my Advent prayer and practices, as I have a great deal of time and
I have really put my trust in the Lord to bring healing to my family and guide
us through a stressful time. Wow, that
makes me sound great. Doesn’t it?
The
reality is even rooted in that prayer my peaceful Advent has been in conflict
with my guilt and a constant nagging feeling of not “doing enough”. I look on Instagram and Facebook and I see
the world participating in all the activities we cannot do this year. The feelings of envy and guilt sneak in. Envy for myself because I love all that stuff
and guilt for having a weakness and not being a “good enough mom” who can post
the perfect Christmas pictures on social media have taken over my thoughts
often. We have not been able to
participate in our usual holiday family traditions. The drive through light display in Marshfield
substituted for Lasalette shrine and Pandora has taken the place of the church
Christmas concert. Many days that has
taken over my early morning peaceful Advent, and has left me a little sad, and
at times my family too.
When it came time to write the blog – I thought what in the
world could I write about that is full of hope, expectation, and the impending
joy of Christmas. I do not feel very
much joy. What can I possibly
share? I looked at the readings and a
few thing jumped out for me. Ahaz needed and was promised a sign. St. Paul challenges us as he often does to
follow our call to grow in holiness. Then, we hear the story of Joseph, the
model of holy obedience and trust in the signs and calls of the Lord. Isn’t that what Advent really is supposed to
be… waiting for a sign? ….growing in holiness? ….living in expectation of the
fulfillment of that dream? Soon we will
celebrate the birth of Jesus, “God with us.”
So shouldn’t Advent really be about taking notice? What have I taken notice of this Advent?
Then I looked over at the Advent wreath that sits on my
table. It is a make shift wreath we had
to put together because I was not at Holy Family to buy one of those beautiful
wreaths from the Bible Study women. The
centerpiece of my table is usually one of those picture perfect beautiful
wreaths … This year our centerpiece is one with make an old berries wreath
found in the attic and candles glued to a paper plate(My husband’s genius!). It is not perfect and beautiful at all, but I
was struck… The candles for the first
three weeks are getting really really low, so much lower than usual. (We are getting close to fire hazard status with
the paper plate.) Usually the candles
are almost new even at the end of the season.
I usually have the best of intentions with the Advent wreath but it usually
just looks pretty. I thought, what is the difference this year? Why are the candles so low? As, I consider this I reviewed the weeks of
Advent. Each time we ate dinner
together, we lit the wreath as always, but because we have not been out
checking things off my list, we have lit it so much more. We have gathered around the table, eating
meals some prepared by family and friends that have loved and cared for us
during this trying time. We have had it
lit as we have wrapped together at the counter and played many board games at
the table. I reflected on the blessings
we have been given this Advent and there have been many. This Advent, I have come to know that it is
okay to be and not to accomplish (me pray to hold onto to this in the New Year!).
We have stayed up late much too late because we do not have a real schedule and
spent a great deal of time just being together! Among a time of much stress and anxiety, there
has been much laughter and love in our home, both amongst us, and from the many
who have reached out to help us, support us, and pray for us along the way. We have learned to be grateful in a new way.
We are lucky that we are housebound an have limited for a
very short period, relative to the whole year and in the Spring it will all be
a distant memory. Life, however, is not
Facebook perfect all the time and that is okay and its okay to share the less
than perfect parts of our story. Life is
messy and if we are honest, we do not need to gloss over the challenges just to
show the world our perfection. In the Gospel this Sunday, Joseph a good and
holy man is visited in a dream and listens to God’s will and follows it. Talk
about messy, how does one explain that?
Not only does he hear and listen to the Lord, but also he must have
shared his less than perfect story of his already pregnant fiancée and the
dream that assured him God was with him.
Imagine having the courage to share that less than perfect story so that
it could be recorded and all of us thousands of years later could be challenged
to say yes to all the Lord has in store for us as Joseph did.
I have received many blessings, learned many things, and I
wait in expectation and hope for Christmas so that I can take all the Lord has
shown me this Advent into my year ahead and grow in holiness following the example
of Joseph. I have noticed many things that I never would have and I have
learned to appreciate small things. The
comfort of my home for one and the blessings of that comfort. So many people go without that comfort. I have to come to respect the body God has
given me and been challenged to care for it in new ways. It takes a little less than perfect to see
all that is good just the way it is.
Our messy life situations are meant to be shared, as Joseph did, to help
us grow and help others grow alongside us.
How have you grown this Advent?
Reflection by Jeanne Cregan