Waiting to Hear the Angels Sing – An Advent Lesson


big ben at night“Time always seems long to the child who is waiting  – for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grown up, long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.” Daj Hammarskjold

“I believe that a trusting attitude and a patient attitude go hand in hand…. Patience is not just about waiting for something… it’s about how you wait, or your attitude while waiting.” Joyce Meyer

I have never been particularly good at waiting. My sister-in-law ewaitingmbroidered my feelings perfectly in a crewel picture that says, “Lord,  give me patience…NOW!”

Some of this may be connected to time. I often feel rushed, so standing still doing nothing has always seemed like a waste of time, especially this time of year.  Why, there are presents to buy, a tree to put up, decorating to do, and cookies to bake! How can I just sit down and watch a video about the true meaning of Christmas. (lol)

advent goodies

I think this pressure to go, go, go and do, do, do, is built into us and into our culture. We fill up any vacuum with movement. So, even though they don’t wait so well either, we think of Christmas as more for children than for the rest of us. “Just wait, we say to their open-mouthed excitement, Santa is coming!” And while we race off onto the next Christmas task, the next gift to buy, I think they do wait, if impatiently.

Santa and mantle copyPerhaps it depends on how you define waiting. Webster defines it as “staying in one place until a particular time or until a particular event occurs.”

Of course, with true Christmas irony, even when the children are at home…waiting by the tree and watching for Santa…the elf on the shelf spends the days before Christmas moving around a lot!  And luckily, waiting while wiggling in place doesn’t count against you!

snowstorm pine streetligts

 

 

Yet, despite the excitement, the anticipation, and the fear that too much frustration with the waiting would land me on the naughty list, I do remember waiting as a child. I remember stillness. I recall watching the snow drifting in the streetlights as I waited for my mom to get home on Christmas Eve.

My tree copy

I can even see the child me staring at the star on the Christmas tree knowing in that moment that I would always remember the timelessness of Christmas.  As a child… and yet even today, Christmas has the power to capture my heart in a mystical way…

…and maybe waiting is part of the reason.

Frederick Buechner says Advent is about anticipation. It is like the moment a conductor raises his baton. “You hold your breath to listen…waiting…aware of the beating of your heart.” You know the music is about to begin and you want to experience every note.

I think we have to want Christmas. Maybe, we even have to need Christmas.

Blue ornament with snowflakesNo, not the tree or the ornaments, nor the gifts or the ribbons, not the stockings or the bows. “It came without ribbons, It came without tags, It came without packages, boxes, or bags,” the Grinch reminds us.   They are the doing.

Christmas is the loving. It is the miracle of the birth of a Child.

We have to want Christmas…want to touch something so big and so beautiful, yet as small as a baby.

photo-21We have to wait for it. Surrender to it. We need to watch with the shepherds and search the night sky for the star with the wise men.  We need to be still.

For when we quiet ourselves, Buechner assures “…far off in the deep…we can hear the world holding its breath as well.” Then the great Conductor sets the angels singing.  Then, our spirits free, we rejoice.

Of course, we adults can make it hard on ourselves to get there. All too often, we need a child, our very own Cindy Lou Who, to show it to us….the trust that Christmas will come whether we find the perfect gifts…or not, whether we bake every cookie…or not. Christmas comes, it always comes…even when  we need to let our heart grow a few sizes before we can see it.

Christmas is about love. The love of the Father, the love of family, the love of a baby. And love is the gift that forever endures.

Advent is the promise that love is always there, and that if you wait you’ll hear angels sing.

Wait in hope…believe in the magic…Christmas is coming!

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About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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8 Responses to Waiting to Hear the Angels Sing – An Advent Lesson

  1. Ah Joanne, Just lately when my soul needs something real and thoughtful to read and think about you pop up in my Email. Please keep popping up. And if you can can link next Wednesday, I will unselfishly share your thoughts to my followers.

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    • joanneeddy says:

      Thanks, Bernadette! I adore Christmas…truly as a come let us adore Him experience, but all of it: Christmas stockings (that’s my mantle with my husband’s, my dog’s, and my stockings), Christmas trees, and Christmas cookies. Love going to the last church service and then coming home, finishing baking my Christmas bread and doing the last of wrapping gifts while watching It’s a Wonderful Life. Christmas is Joy!

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  2. Annette Dellemonico says:

    Do you still have the star we had when we were children? I’m totally with you in those memories.

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    • joanneeddy says:

      Look carefully at the star on the Christmas Tree…It’s our family’s star and it still gives me the same peaceful feeling, which was not always present in our home at the holidays. But no matter what there is always something so magical about Christmas. Remember the Candles in the window and the street light near the driveway? I still have lots of bubble lights on my tree. Remember us stenciling the stuff on the windows? Remember the train and the roller coaster? Mom found twinkle lights years after we grew up and I still have them…I use a lot of LED now so it’s not so hot…and no tinsel!

      For my family, I went much farther than Mom did…tons of different cookies (a Danish gingerbread for Santa) Stockings hung (upstairs on the railings in Syracuse) I shopped for months to find cool little things, wrapped with Santa paper, every small one of them…plus more from Santa under the tree. I still do all the cookies: Santa Gingerbread, Irish Shortbread, Ruglach, Magic bars, and I bake a Christmas Stollen (bread) for Christmas morning. I wanted to make lots of memories for my kids and my grandkids!

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  3. Thank you for posting on Senior Salon. You write straight from the heart.

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  4. Thank you for posting on the Senior Salon. You write straight from the heart.

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  5. Ramona says:

    I needed your post today. Thanks for this lovely reflection. May I share a link to it on FB?

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