As I write this morning, I am aware that according to the Christian liturgical cycle, today is Gaudete Sunday, the third Sunday of Advent. Gaudete…Rejoice. The juxtaposition of knowing this and reading the New York Times front section over coffee and cereal is cause for serious thinking. So many dead here, a terrorist bombing there, protests here AND there… Rejoicing??
And then I remembered the reading from two Sundays ago that said Jesus would not come in a blaze of glory. That phrase stopped me short. I think it all depends on how you want to look at a blaze of glory. Is it flash and trumpets, royal imagry, nearly magic? Or, if the room is pitch black and someone has a candle and a match, could that not be a blaze of glory? Without it, there would be darkness. If no one around you has hope and you can remember what peace tastes like, smells like, feels like, are you not then a bearer of a blaze of glory? Somehow I think it will all happen in a blaze of glory…each person doing all that they can…living out of the fullness of themselves…pretty soon, maybe, if enough people are flickering, there will again be Light.
An act of creation worthy of rejoicing.