Advent - the season of waiting. We've been waiting for our shipping boxes for the whole of Advent. As each Lindt Lindor chocolate ball disappeared from our Sainsbury's Santa advent calender, our boxes endured weather delays, lost paperwork (thanks Virgin!) and an eventually transatlantic flight to experience 3 days in US customs. But at last, today's the day our boxes are to be delivered.
Thing is I can't really remember what's in them! I do know there are mugs and our favourite blanket, but we spent hours debating what to ship and how to pack it and how to weigh and seal the boxes and we've lasted the past month without them. I guess the reality is that there's nothing in there imperative to survival - more about memories and comfort, and expectations of
'need'.
We're all waiting for something - that life-changing opportunity at work; the relationship that will make us whole; for the angst to stop and the joy to move in. Holding on in expectation that tomorrow will be better than today - that our failures, demons, sadness and dislocations will be redeemed, removed, replaced and restored. The time when we move from Advent to Christmas.
Christmas - no longer waiting, the fufilment is here. Emmanuel. God come to earth as flesh to fully embrace our weakness.
That's the magic of Christmas for me - Christ's birth brings us completion of redemption and restoration while at the same time we live continually looking to be redeemed and restored. Advent and Christmas happening together every day of the year.
Thursday 23 December 2010
Tuesday 14 December 2010
Preparation
Although I was never a Girl Scout, I have an almost obsessive desire to be prepared. Considering the multiple possibilities of every outing means I carry a very heavy handbag. There's water, in case I dry out; US and UK mobiles in case a very important call comes; hand santizer to ward off those pesky metro germs; lipstick in case I get discovered; plus the usual purse, tissues and keys. One should never be caught off guard!
Yet, day after day, I'm taken by surprise. Just when you think you're getting your head around the hows and the whats of this little trip called life, out comes a shot from the left field. What the heck...?????? I was having a lovely day today - the morning spent with Wendy (born in the year of the best vintage '73) and Lydia (ripe old age of one and three quarters) eating hot cinnamon rolls and squeaking little noses. Yes, home was still a long way away, but you know, life wasn't bad! Then I came home to a Christmas card from our God-Daughter's family. Inside was a mini card, handmade by Martha, wishing her Godparents a Merry Christmas and telling us she loved us. And there went the carpet ........ I'd come undone all over again.
I don't know about you, but I get buffeted by the wind. I imagined that by the this age my steely determination and highly trained critical brain would override my heart, but alas...
At the weekend Richard and I were marveling at how God had used the past 10 years to prepare us for this time in DC. Our personal and professional experiences and relationships have given us insight, understanding and empathy for our new community. But we could never have imagined this would be how He would reveal some of the purposes of our past. It seems God knows what He's doing - weaving it all together into finest linen.
So in the spirit of a good Girl Scout - I'm going to try to accept the surprises as part of the process of being prepared.....
Yet, day after day, I'm taken by surprise. Just when you think you're getting your head around the hows and the whats of this little trip called life, out comes a shot from the left field. What the heck...?????? I was having a lovely day today - the morning spent with Wendy (born in the year of the best vintage '73) and Lydia (ripe old age of one and three quarters) eating hot cinnamon rolls and squeaking little noses. Yes, home was still a long way away, but you know, life wasn't bad! Then I came home to a Christmas card from our God-Daughter's family. Inside was a mini card, handmade by Martha, wishing her Godparents a Merry Christmas and telling us she loved us. And there went the carpet ........ I'd come undone all over again.
I don't know about you, but I get buffeted by the wind. I imagined that by the this age my steely determination and highly trained critical brain would override my heart, but alas...
At the weekend Richard and I were marveling at how God had used the past 10 years to prepare us for this time in DC. Our personal and professional experiences and relationships have given us insight, understanding and empathy for our new community. But we could never have imagined this would be how He would reveal some of the purposes of our past. It seems God knows what He's doing - weaving it all together into finest linen.
So in the spirit of a good Girl Scout - I'm going to try to accept the surprises as part of the process of being prepared.....
Wednesday 1 December 2010
Tomatoes
Well it's official ... there's a lot of food in America. In the vast food aisles you experience an overwhelming amount of choice - just how many different varieties of chopped tomatoes/tamateoes do you need?
Consumerism is the norm here - no bacon on your burger - no problem! You want grilled chicken with our vegetarian pasta? No problem! What about extra fries with our Weight Watchers special - no problem! As long as you can pay, you can have whatever you want. I wonder what that does to a nation, being able to get whatever you want when you want it? Maybe its a good thing - everyone's individual desires are accounted for, so each person is validated and accepted. You can be whoever you want to be here and nobody bats an eyelid.
Yet today America's political representatives are wrestling on the Hill - they're trying to balance the American way of life with the American reality of a huge deficit. It turns out you can't have it all - that's hard to swallow.
Maybe life lived only for our desires with little consideration of their impact or the needs of fellow human beings isn't that fruitful after all. In the bountiful tinned tomato aisle the crushing question buds - how much of this food never fulfills its God-given nature to nourish and strength a human being? How much of it cloggs up the creaking earth as land-fill held captive in an tin?
I wonder what would happen if we all made some different choices? Like, if all the people in DC agreed to only buy one variety of tinned tomatoes? Or if for every tin they bought for their family, they bought a second tin for someone less fortunate?
What culture challenging choices can we make that would produce tables of kindness, generosity and love where we can feast together?
Consumerism is the norm here - no bacon on your burger - no problem! You want grilled chicken with our vegetarian pasta? No problem! What about extra fries with our Weight Watchers special - no problem! As long as you can pay, you can have whatever you want. I wonder what that does to a nation, being able to get whatever you want when you want it? Maybe its a good thing - everyone's individual desires are accounted for, so each person is validated and accepted. You can be whoever you want to be here and nobody bats an eyelid.
Yet today America's political representatives are wrestling on the Hill - they're trying to balance the American way of life with the American reality of a huge deficit. It turns out you can't have it all - that's hard to swallow.
Maybe life lived only for our desires with little consideration of their impact or the needs of fellow human beings isn't that fruitful after all. In the bountiful tinned tomato aisle the crushing question buds - how much of this food never fulfills its God-given nature to nourish and strength a human being? How much of it cloggs up the creaking earth as land-fill held captive in an tin?
I wonder what would happen if we all made some different choices? Like, if all the people in DC agreed to only buy one variety of tinned tomatoes? Or if for every tin they bought for their family, they bought a second tin for someone less fortunate?
What culture challenging choices can we make that would produce tables of kindness, generosity and love where we can feast together?
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