Waiting for Emmanuel
When I was a child, there were a couple of times that I found the waiting time of Advent to be too much to bear. I had to know the identities of the colourful packages and so I found time, late in the evening, to secretly and carefully pull at the scotch tape holding the wrapping paper together on each of my gifts. Knowing the trouble I’d get into if the presents actually disappeared, I returned them carefully re-wrapped to the Christmas tree, and so there were a couple Christmas mornings that held no surprises for me.
I’d like to
think that I’ve improved in my ability to wait as an adult, but I’m regularly
reminded that I’ve a long way still to go.
There are occasions when I’m sitting at yet another red light on my way
home from a long day at work that I find myself bemoaning why it’s so difficult
for city workers to synchronize the lights on a street when humanity has
managed to put a person on the moon! In
other words, waiting is not always my strength.
As I see the struggles that we as a province and country are living through
these days of Covid 19, I know that I am not alone in this.
Perhaps the
toughest struggle in the waiting is the inner dialogue that happens, dialogue
that illustrates to me how the truths of my Catholic faith sometimes sit up in
my head as “interesting” knowledge, without somehow making the trip down to my
heart to transform and permeate the way I live.
The interior moaning might go something like this: “Why me?
What have I done to deserve red light after red light? I mean, yes, I could have been more generous
to this colleague and I was a bit sharp with that student today, but really,
does that really mean the world has to be against me now?”
Two
thousand years ago, the Jewish people were having a similar dialogue with
themselves and God. They had a fair
amount more to concern themselves with than city traffic: a Roman occupation that many Jews struggled
to abide at the time. “Why us?” they
asked themselves. “Why should our region
be run by the Romans? Yes, we could have
obeyed the laws of our God more faithfully, we have been untrue and thoughtless
at times. But is Roman rule really
justified?”
The birth
of a child was God’s response to years of agonized waiting. The birth of Jesus, the Messiah, is also God’s
response to me today. It is a truth that is simple to know, and yet utterly
profound to understand and live. Emmanuel,
God is with us.
Every
frustrated encounter with a traffic light can serve as a call to me from the depths
of my heart, a reminder that I need God’s grace to help permeate my very being
with this truth: God is with us! God is
with me! It is God saying: “Red lights can’t
take away from your worth. Unkind words
and acts, pandemics, corrupt politicians, these can neither add nor take
anything away from your preciousness to me.
I give you your worth. God is
with you!”
As we hear
the Christmas story again at Mass this year, let us pray that its wisdom moves
a little more from our heads, working its way ever deeper into our hearts. We are extraordinarily precious. We are profoundly loved. God is with us! Let us know it, live it, and breathe it!
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