The people who have walked in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2)
Bing Crosby's version of "Silver Bells" is playing in the background, as I address and stamp the last few Christmas cards. Mr. D should be napping, but he is cackling and standing up in the crib. He has tossed out his bottle and lovey (a new pattern of fighting nap time). I would just give up, and go get him, but I know he needs the nap. And, to be honest, I need the break.
The angel tries to convince Joseph to stick it out. |
Waiting on the Lord... |
Imagine that instead of silver candles, you see purple ones. And instead of a white candle you see a pink one...oh well. ;) |
Two weeks ago, I sat before the Blessed Sacrament, and I grappled with my sense of powerlessness, and my desire for Jesus to come and make sense of the chaos. As I pleaded with my eyes, my heart, and my innermost being, I heard "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" being sung in the main part of the Church. I have heard this song innumerable times, but never before has its plaintive melody and lyrics matched the longing in my heart so perfectly.
O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,
In ancient times did'st give the Law,
In cloud, and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
It's a plea, but not completely devoid of hope. Even in the midst of suffering--and this song enumerates the many sufferings we are prey to in this world--we can rejoice! This joy is not superficial. And it cannot be quenched, even in the appearance of defeat. As Gerard Manley Hopkins, notes in his poem "God's Grandeur,"even "though the last lights off the black West went/ Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs." Even though at times, we seem surrounded by darkness, I am choosing to believe that the light, that seems now to be just a flicker, will soon become a great light. Come, Lord Jesus!