Finding Advent
On a recent trip to the grocery store, I stopped for a moment to watch shoppers duck past a weary Salvation Army bell ringer who stood near the ‘holiday’ wreaths. I really felt for the bell ringer, who looked cold, bone weary and dead tired from hours of standing on his feet, waiting for tidbits of change from the very occasional person who threw some pocket change into the red Salvation Army canister. The bell ringer’s clothes looked pretty tattered. His disheveled appearance suggested that he might well be served by the piddling amount of cash accrued from his bell-ringing sentry. I deposited the cash that I found in my wallet and offered to buy him a cup of coffee for his length of stay.
“Oh no, I couldn’t do that,” he said. “Thanks so much for the offer and for your donation. Someone who needs medicine or food or new clothes or a warm blanket will really appreciate your gift. I hope you have a merry Christmas.” It was difficult not to cry.
“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” played when I reached for a container of detergent. Something made me look to my right. A very old woman was reaching for a box that was just out of her reach. She was wiping her eyes with a well-used tissue from inside threadbare coat that looked older than this aged woman.
“Would you like me get that for you?” I asked.
“Oh, that would be wonderful,” she said, and her many wrinkles became deeper when she smiled at me.
“My husband used to shop with me and since he died, I’m quite lost without him.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, suddenly aware that I was in the presence of someone who clearly needed a bit of comfort. “When did your husband die?” I asked as I handed her the box of detergent.
“He was very sick for many years but we plugged along until he just couldn’t fight anymore, poor thing. He died last month. I miss him every day. ”
My throat constricted. I really wanted to cry but braved more conversation.
“Do you have a family?” I inquired.
“We had a son but he passed away some time ago in an accident and his wife remarried. I have a grandson but he lives with his mother and step father in another part of the country. I really don’t hear from them. They were here for my husband’s funeral last month. I expect I’ll hear from them on Christmas but I’ll probably be alone for that day. I’m not looking forward to it. But I’ll get through it somehow. There are many other people that are much worse off than I am. But this music (she pointed to the invisible sound system playing Christmas music in the store) really doesn’t help. It just makes me sad.” She laughed as she wiped her eyes.
“Thank you for your help, you’ve been very kind.” The old woman touched my hand in a sign of gratitude before she leaned on her cart to resume what I’m sure is a weekly exercise of sorrow and loneliness.
Perhaps our culture of instant gratification defies the very nature of Advent – God with us in the person of Jesus embodied in every person we encounter – an opportunity to birth the reign of God every moment of every day. We prepare to celebrate the ‘holiday’ with frenzy but too frequently ignore the preparation of our own hearts. We buy right into the sentimental ‘schmaltz’ of consumerism, even coveting a blanket of snow ‘so things will look pretty’ without a thought to what that means for the homeless, the widow, the parents who buried a child, the people who must choose between heat or food, medicine or rent payments, never mind those people who may spend Christmas under a bridge.
For the Christian, the season of Advent is a quest for the living God within every human person. A smile, a common courtesy, an act of kindness creates a conduit for the person of Jesus to appear right in our midst. I derive great pleasure in the inevitable look of astonished delight on the faces of drivers when I blink my lights and wave a cheery ‘Go ahead’ and offer them the right of way in traffic. It’s an unforeseen surprise and as much of a joy to me as to the prioritized driver. The God of surprises lives in traffic jams, supermarkets, work place interruptions, in meetings, in mills, at gas pumps and shopping malls. How do we birth the Christ in very ordinary, everyday events?
Maybe if people actually witness a counter cultural Christian community living differently than the rest of the world, the word ‘Christmas’ would be on their lips with more regularity than the perfunctory and politically correct “Happy Holidays.” Common courtesies in check-out lines and on the road would be one simple way to achieve change. An unexpected smile and a kind inquiry or greeting may be the best ‘holy’ gift we can give someone this year, rather than the ‘Oh, I can’t wait until this holiday season is over!” A change of heart and attitude may be just the ticket to our own interior joy. Who do we want to be as Christians? Who are we as followers of Jesus?
This space of time of Advent gives us a rich opportunity to reflect on this unbelievable event of God becoming human as one of us. Might it be time for the sentimentality of a seasonal commercial ‘holiday’ to be cast aside and replaced by an encounter with Christ? The root of the word Christmas is Christ; when was the last time we saw that message in a department store? When was the last time you saw that reality embodied in an act of kindness?
I do not begrudge anyone the season of Christmas. I savor it, plunge into it like any other person and enjoy the rich blessings of family, friends and community for a full 12 days of merry making beginning on Christmas Eve. But I do become frustrated when we ignore Advent and bend to holiday commercialism that seems to be thrust upon us earlier each year.
Here lives Advent right here for us. Do we relish what could be a time of renewal in a God who loves us so much that he came to be one of us and show us a new way of being in the world? God is busy being born every day as we make Christ present in every encounter, every relationship and every experience. Open your eyes; he is everywhere and waiting to emerge in every human heart.
Churches fill on Christmas Eve. What about filling them now? Consider a change of heart and find Advent this year. Take the time to listen and reflect on the powerful readings of sacred scripture, the beautiful message and music within Advent hymns, the potent homilies that propel us from our pews and into the manger of a weary and frenzied culture that eagerly awaits a word of peace, of hope, of compassion, of joy. Sounds like a good plan to me.
Find Advent this year, a season of the heart. Don’t ignore yours.
Advent Events
Brother Mickey O’Neill McGrath at Our Lady of Assumption Parish on December 16
I met Brother Mickey O’Neill McGrath, OBS when he first began his ministry of sacred art in the 1980’s at retreat for Confirmation candidates at Immaculate Conception Church in Easton, MA. I fell in love with his witty and profoundly moving way of depicting the sacred with his use of intense color and bold approach. Among some of my favorite pieces of Mickey’s art are All God's Critters Got A Place in the Choir, Every time I feel the Spirit and I’ll be Singing Up There. But selecting a favorite piece of Brother Mickey’s art becomes a difficult task; each piece offers the viewer subjective elements that stir something inside and just make you smile and pray, all at the same time. His magnanimous personality, wit and deep sense of the sacred draws everyone who encounters Brother Mickey into a moment of grace. I love this guy.
I saw Mickey again several years ago at the 2010 NPM national convention in Detroit, where he and Alan Hommerding presented St. Cecilia’s Orchestra, an innovative and really fun presentation which won the silver medal prize for children’s books on spirituality by the Moonbeam Children’s Book Publisher awards. One of the most creative events I’ve ever attended – ever.
Brother Mickey creates art for many of today's leading Catholic publishers including America Magazine, USCCB, and World Library Publications. Featured in St. Anthony Messenger, USA Today, and Catholic newspapers around the country, this renowned and very humble artist and retreat master will be at Our Lady of Assumption Parish in New Bedford, MA on December 16 at 6:00 PM for a few hours of Advent reflection and renewal through his pioneering sacred art.
Take some time of out of your busy schedule and seize a moment of Advent time at OLOA to be with Brother Mickey. Thanks to Our Lady of Assumption Parish for hosting this event! If you want to a preview of Brother Mickey O’Neill McGrath’s art, go to http://www.beestill.org/meettheartist.html and http://www.wlp.jspaluch.com/373.htm
For more information, call friend and colleague Sr. Marianna Sylvester at 508-994-7602. http://www.sacredhearts-sscc-usa.com/pages/Mass_pgs/assump_parish.htm
The Second Vatican Council, 50 years later
On Tuesday, December 11, 2012, St. Anthony’s Parish in Mattapoisett, MA will host an Advent event for the Year of Faith on the 50th anniversary of the Second Vatican Council. (The flyer is on this page.)
This prompts three principle questions in this Year of Faith:
1. What happened at the Second Vatican Council?
2. How did the documents that the Council produced impact the church in the modern world from their inception until now?
3. What does the Second Vatican Council mean for Catholic Christians as people of faith in this time and place?
If you’re in the area and want to drop by, I’m sure the parish community of St. Anthony will welcome you. For further details or driving directions, go to http://www.mystanthonys.org/.
We live in a time where Advent resources are at our disposal with the click of a finger. Here’s one for you to consider. Click http://ncronline.org/node/39981 for Marty Haugen’s Advent reflection with music, free for your consideration from National Catholic Reporter.
Planning Lent
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