Tomorrow is Christmas.
It’s good to be home and surrounded by snow, fire blazing in the hearth.
Since my sister has to work tomorrow morning from 7-3, the traditional gift-exchange-in-the-morning-followed-by-a-day-of-relaxing-and-games will have to be altered a bit.
I like getting up and opening presents, then playing games in the afternoon; it reminds me of childhood. Or maybe it’s just the delayed gratification of giving and receiving presents.
It seems like there’s a lot of waiting in the world – or at least my experience of it. But that’s not all bad. In reading a Boundless blog recently, I discovered these quotes from Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
Celebrating Advent means being able to wait. Waiting is the art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them. Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting — that is, of hopefully doing without — will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.
Patience is a virtue I have to be repeatedly reminded of. Sometimes it’s hard to live in the now when the not-yet seems so much more rosy and enjoyable.
And then, just when everything is bearing down on us to such an extent that we can scarcely withstand it, the Christmas message comes to tell us that our ideas are wrong, and that what we take to be evil and dark is really good and light because it comes from God. Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger.
For unto us a Child is born. One thing we don’t have to wait for our Savior; He has been born.