Tuesday, 8 December 2020

Advent's second week


These first two Sundays in Advent, hope and peace, I know that they should lead on to each other, the first enabling the second. But these last weeks have been difficult where we are, and I spend a lot of time trying to still myself at all. There is such beauty in the November skies, such colour some evenings this week. There is such stark loveliness in the seed heads in the garden. There is such comfort in home and the lights and the warmth. There is such startling vitality in the skin's reaction to the Lough's now burningly cold waters! But hope and peace? I'm finding the word "faith" to be my focus this year.

Our church has folk reading a sort of advent calendar every day. (Not at all like The Christmas Mystery though!) A major character from the narrative of the Bible from Adam all the way to Christmas. Prince Charming read on 2nd December: Noah and his big boat. It was such a comforting account of the story. Noah gathering his family safely aboard and out of the way of the mean people around. If only we could do exactly that. Sail forty days and forty nights on dark waters, and send out our hope to the skies at the end. Maybe that's what this time will be this year. Battening our doors against the dangers outside, a microcosm of all we are and all we have. (A noisy and smelly microcosm - with two teenage boys this is probably accurate enough.)

Here's PC and Noah, if you need a bedtime story! And the link to all the rest is here, if you'd like to catch up x

2 comments:

gretchenjoanna said...

I absolutely LOVE that video. It is pure pleasure hearing your husband tell the story of what was the first Great Reset. ;-) The final glorious one is yet to come!

XOXO

M.K. said...

Tell your husband I'm enjoying his reading so much! He has a very gentle voice.
Your words cut straight to the heart of what we are all living. Peace is hard to find. Hope also, at times. But Faith only has to be a tiny thing, and it is adequate. I'm trying for Peace too. It's tempting to have Hope in the wrong things, I think. We are floating along the dark waters like Noah, buoyed by God's promises of His love. Thank you for sharing all this.

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