I have wanted for the last few days to write something about Advent, and what it means or can mean for us all. I found the image at the left over at Curt Jester. Then, while surfing by my favourite blogs, I came across this meditation on Advent from posted here at The Deacon's Bench.
"Where is our Holy Mountain of the Lord? Is it the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, City of Peace? Perhaps. Perhaps it is also wherever we plant our flag and declare, 'as for me and my house, we will follow the Lord.'Welcome one and all to Advent, a time of peaceful waiting, and preparation for the celebration of the arrival of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ in the flesh.
There is no harm, there; nor ruin, 'for the earth will be filled with knowledge of the Lord,' as it already is, although imperfectly. The knowledge is there; it is shrugged off, or dismissed, or sneered at, or forgotten in a moment's anger, or cast off in misunderstanding. Our Holy Mountain is shaken each day, mostly through our own inability to live as we know we ought, and as our hearts do desire.
While we are waiting for that day to be made perfect, we should consider that it has also already come; is here, even now. Today, a Word goes forth; today another word responds with perfect obedience, her holy "yes." Today, wood is being plied for a manger. Today wood is being plied for a cross. They are both for us. Each day we begin again, and choose whether we will accept them; each day begins the journey, from Genesis to Revelation, to that Holy Place."
-- Elizabeth Scalia, a.k.a. "The Anchoress"