It has been a challenging week ~ not Thanksgiving but the days previous. A tangle with institutional injustice. Again. I made the necessary phone calls, wrote the appropriate letters, and asked for support and prayer. But my head kept getting in the way; I was thinking too much. And then I felt the Spirit nudging me ~ go to Choir Practice. Sing. Give voice to the hope and faith that has been planted deep within. And sing when you get home. You’ll get through this by trusting your soul, not your mind. Sing some more.
And once again Spirit was right; I wasn’t surprised for I’ve learned to follow Her nudgings. The anthem chosen for today was “My Soul in Stillness Waits” by Marty Haugen ~ the beauty thyme and thyme again with Scripture and sacred music is it feels like it was written for me, for the week past and the weeks ahead.
“ For you, O Lord, my soul in stillness waits; truly my hope is in you.
O Lord of Light, our only hope of glory, your radiance shines in all who look to you.
Come, light the hearts of all in dark and shadow.
O Spring of Joy, rain down upon our spirit; our thirsty hearts are yearning for your Word.
Come, make us whole; be comfort to our hearts.
O Root of Life, implant your seed within us, and in your advent draw us all to you.
our hope reborn in dying and in rising.
O Key of Knowledge, guide us in our pilgrimage; we ever seek, yet unfulfilled remain
Open to us the pathway of your peace.”
On this First Sunday in Advent, the theme was waiting: waiting in faith that the seed has been planted, trusting that God is at work while we wait. So as I learn to wait and trust on a whole new level, I hold fast to the words Jan Richardson shares here at The Advent Door: “But perhaps, instead of a cozy welcome into the season, this is precisely what we need as we enter Advent: a heaping serving of mystery, a vivid reminder that we can’t know everything, can’t see everything, can’t predict everything that will happen in the days to come.” She’s right ~ this is not the cozy image I had hoped for this Advent. Instead it’s a thyme of seeking without knowing the outcome ~ of my appeal to the institution, of how the Holy One may chose to be present at any given moment, of what Advent might look like 4 weeks from now. It is a thyme of waiting and trusting, and of lighting candles as we journey through these days.
The prayer offered each thyme the choir gathers became enfleshed for me this week:
“O God, Grant that what we sing with our lips we may believe in our hearts, and what we believe in our hearts we may practice in our daily lives. ”
Singing and waiting my way through Advent…