Monday, December 11, 2017

A Promise Waiting --Carolyn R. Wilker




Snow falls softly here as I write today. No doubt there’ll be more snow by the end of the day. People were out raking leaves just over a week ago, but soon the cold wind came, shooting like an arrow down the tunnel of the city’s main street.
Tuesday evening I’d been out to meet with writer friends from our critique group, for a little social time before Christmas. On the way back to my car, the wind pushed against me, making me shiver and my teeth chatter. Though I wore a warm winter coat, my legs were cold. I thought, Here comes winter.
Coloured lights remind us that Christmas will come soon and the snow with it. In some points north, I’m sure they have plenty of it.
Winter, in our part of the world, begins near Christmas usually, and the nights are darker. Soon we’ll have the longest night or shortest day of the year, however you want to look at it. At that time of year some folks mark Blue Christmas because of losses they’ve suffered. Others struggle with diminishing sunlight and seasonal affective disorder.
It may also be appropriate to match that early winter in our part of the world with the Advent season in our Christian church—a time of waiting, a time to remember how things were for people before the Christ child came to the world. People were under duress from the Roman government, and now it seemed they wanted even more taxes to pay their way, from common folks who worked hard just to get by. Another census so that all the world could be counted. All their world, as they knew it. It seemed they had little hope.
There had been one proclamation by the prophet Isaiah that a special child would be born. Maybe they believed it and maybe they struggled to see how it could change anything. A child born to one of them to save them from their ruler. It hardly seemed possible. And yet, some held out hope, and few believed when it actually came to be. 
Would anyone believe a young girl called Mary who would carry the baby? Her family? Her fiancée to whom she was promised in marriage? The scandal would have rocked their community, and she was sent away for awhile. To visit an aunt who lived days away. People would not have believed the aunt’s story either. One who had been called to carry another child who would prepare the way for the special baby. An old woman beyond her prime, who’d borne no previous children of their own. Dire circumstances, by human measure.
Except that the two women had a bond beyond their blood relationship. Oh, how they must have rejoiced when they spent the time together. They had hope for the world, though neither one would know just how things would go. Hope was important.
And so this is the opening to that story that we mark every year beginning in late November and into December, until the night of the baby’s birth. Seems appropriate, doesn’t it?
We’re not quite at Christmas yet. In the middle of the shopping, decorating, baking and pre-Christmas gatherings, let’s remember the long time of waiting and of the hope people held in a nearly hopeless situation—before the special baby came to make his place in the world. A promise waiting. A promise in the works. As the hymn writer declared in 1710 and a 15th Century processional put to music,
“O Come, O Come Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel that mourns in lonely exile here until the son of God appear.”




                                                     
                                           


3 comments:

Peter Black said...

Thank you Carolyn. I appreciate your thoughts on those key Advent - Incarnation narrative characters. Each year I read through those narratives and consider the characters and the implications of their lives in relation to the role the Lord God assigned them. I find there's always a lesson or a fresh thought to challenge or inspire me.
Yes, the approach to Christmas is a time of waiting and contemplation, even in the midst of the many activities and preparations we may engage in; but it's really worth it. ~~+~~

Carolyn R. Wilker said...


And I appreciate your comments, Peter. We see these key players as we look back and they had only to look forward with hope.

And I have yet to put up our creche, now that I've made room for it.

Glynis said...

What a lovely gentle story fit to stir hearts and encompass many. The Christ Child is surely a promise well worth the waiting! Nicely done, Carolyn; thank you.

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