How majestic is our God? And how kind, that he would notice a man at all?
3 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,And more on Advent: From Whistling in the Dark, writer Frederick Buechner shares his idea of Advent -
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
The house lights go off and the footlights come on. Even the chattiest stop chattering as they wait in darkness for the curtain to rise. In the orchestra pit, the violin bows are poised. The conductor has raised his baton. In the silence of a midwinter dusk, there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. You walk up the steps to the front door. The empty windows at either side of it tell you nothing, or almost nothing. For a second you catch a whiff of some fragrance that reminds you of a place you’ve never been and a time you have no words for. You are aware of the beating of your heart…There you go.
The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens.
Advent is the name of that moment.
H/T Lent and Beyond.
Pic if from the Boston Globe.