Advent came so early this year and I have never been so glad for it.
In my faith tradition and many other Christian ones, advent is the season before Christmas when we lean into the darkest part of the year and light candles, reflect and take action for hope, peace, joy and love while we wait for Jesus to come.
This past Sunday almost a week ago already started the week of hope. There are so many reasons we need hope aren’t there? Maybe it is social media, or the election in the US and all that has brought to light or just my own sad heart but the world seems full to overflowing with tragedies. It can be hard for me not to feel overwhelmed and powerless and paralyzed to do anything.
Personally to say the least I’ve had some challenging weeks. A week or so before advent began I told a friend the day after I googled about my tumors – when I was trying to hone in on what I needed I said – ‘it’s hope I just need some hope’. It wasn’t an official prayer and yet there it was. I had no idea how to find it. I was hopeless.
That night another friend stopped by unexpectedly and in the midst of my tears she told me she had been up all night researching and this wasn’t why she came over but she felt after listening to me she had to share some more positive statistics than the ones I had read. There it was – hope. Someone prayed for me over the phone. Hope. My husband bought me an encouraging and honest and positive book about surviving cancer. Hope again. A friend sent me a gorgeous piano piece she had been playing in prayer for me. Hope. Everyday someone new tells me they are praying for me. People are open and honest and real. People send you funny and cute messages and talk to you about normal things. Hope, hope, hope.
I’ve written this before and it is still true. When I think about what I hope for it’s this: wholeness for people and planet. Kingdom come. I think this is why Barbara Kingsolver says the most you can do with your life when you have figured out what you hope for is to live inside that hope. ‘Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under it’s roof.’
Ann Voskamp calls us the Esther Generation, reminds me that I am living in the palace and that God has put me here for such a time as this. The hurting world needs us and aren’t these kind of the same thing? Find what we hope for and live right there putting some skin into the game?
When my eyes are opened I look and this is what I see: hope. Instead of overwhelmed inaction I see people living nitty-gritty with what they believe. I see them sponsoring refugees and listening to a crying friend over coffee and getting up hour after hour after hour with their sick babies. I see them picking up groceries and helping move and also giving grace when things are too stretched to contribute beyond your own family or your own self. I see people seeing others, and telling them thank you and buying fair trade and donating money and demonstrating compassion.
There it is: prayer answered.