Our first reading from the prophet Isaiah and
our gospel reading from Mark seem to have different concerns. Isaiah is
writing to encourage the Israelites who are in exile. He is quite blunt
when he speaks about the state in which the Israelites find themselves.
He knows that they are sinners and that they have sinned. He also knows
that God continues to be related to them. This can never change. It is in
this tension that we hear the agony of today's reading that is filled with
hope.
The gospel writer's intentions are somewhat different. We are not completely
sure, but it is believed that when Mark was writing this gospel Jesus was
still thought to be returning in the immediate future. He seems to be addressing
the leaders of the community of which he is a part. He is warning them that
they have an added responsibility to remain alert.
The readings do, however, share a common theme. They both are filled with
anticipation. They realize that they are participating in something bigger
than themselves. The prophet Isaiah anticipates God redeeming the Israelites.
The gospel writer Mark anticipates Jesus returning in the power of God.
It is this theme of anticipation that introduces us to the Advent Season.
Advent (literally, "to come") is a season of agony and hope. It
occurs, at least in this part of the world, when darkness seems to be defeating
light. Nights are longer and colder. All of nature seems to have died. Food
is less available; warmth less easy to find. (I read in the newspaper recently
that there are 37,000 people who seek shelters in which to sleep in New
York City every night.) It is also the season during which light begins
to reclaim minutes of time from darkness. Generosity is more evident; caring
more easy to find.
This time of waiting, ironically, is for something that has already occurred.
God in Jesus was born in time some 2,000 years ago. Yet, it is this birth
that we await each year. It has already occurred and still we await it.
Maybe what we await is the awareness that God dwells already in each one
of us. Maybe we await the awareness that we are participating in God hiding
in our lives. We are in agony until our hope is fulfilled. Even when it
is, it doesn't remain long.
The mystery of God in our lives has us anticipate Jesus coming again, and
realize through participation that Jesus dwells with us now. We can get
glimpses of this mystery unfolding whenever we are moved to help another.
I see it each time our giving tree loses all of its leaves.
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