....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
moments. Advent is the waiting for the coming of the Baby Jesus and the
waiting for His second coming. I love Advent. Today was the second
Sunday of Advent and our church looks more and more like Christmas each
Sunday. Today we lit the second candle of Advent which was the candle of
peace. Jon preached on John the Baptist and the peace of God "which
passes all understanding."
I have found that the peace that the
angels spoke of to the shepherds so long ago, "I bring you good news of
great joy that will be for all the people.....And the angel was
accompanied by a multitude of Heavenly Host praising God and saying
peace on earth and goodwill to mankind," often comes to me in little
moments. Yesterday after participating in "Christmas in Marble," I sat
down with a cup of coffee and three homemade chocolate chip cookies.
The Christmas music was playing. Suddenly I was aware of a Heavenly Host
within me. The taste of the coffee, the warmth of the cup within my
hands, the melting of the chocolate chips in my mouth, the sound of the
music, the quiet of the house and there the Holy Spirit filled my being
and Christmas was.
We have had very little snow so far this
year. We are in desperate need of snow to restore our moisture. Last
night it arrived silently. This morning I was up at dawn shoveling snow
off the decks. The church gazebo still had the Christmas lights on and
the snow was reflecting the light. It was magical. I looked around at
the giant spruce trees and saw them wearing their mantle of snow with
such grace and dignity. How could anyone doubt the presence of God with
such majesty all around. I was filled with the breath of God and
This world is in such strife with so many
experiencing the violence of war. It is easy to forget the peace that
God offers us. It is a peace that exists within our hearts even in the
midst of war. It is that peace that His son gives "not as the world
gives," even in the midst of sickness and sorrow. It is there for us in
moments to remind us that we are not alone. It comes to me often in
little moments that are unexpected. Yet each time the fullness of it
brings tears of joy.
As the sun dropped behind the mountains
this afternoon and the Spruce tree that Jon put lights on just outside
the church came on and its branches held proudly the snow, I breathed in
the cold crisp air and Christmas was.....