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Second Sunday of Advent - 2005
Fr Ivan Aquilina
Is there a theology of waiting?
Well if it’s waiting like at the dentist or the post office, I do
not
think that there is a theology for that, for that there is a virtue and
a wish: Patience and good luck. If the second coming does not happen first
you might get there. There is a theology, however, for a fruitful and
productive waiting coupled with joyful hope. Although one has to queue
for so many things, waiting is foreign to our concepts; we are used to
have immediate results, seconds after taking the medicine or as soon as
one presses a button. Enjoying a journey is also being lost as we want
to go express.
I like Advent because it is prophetic; it goes against the grain it
tells us that the culture of fast track is not always healthy and that
it is vital to take time out to wait - waiting on God. Advent provides
the space to tell us that we can easily fall into the trap of fast lanes,
become slaves of a fast life that at the end will not allow us to enjoy
the sacred gift of life. Advent is also an opportunity for creative silence
which enables us to break free from all that hinders us from living in
the freedom of sons and daughters of God.
Today the Church gives us some images to help us appreciate the beauty
of Advent, it shows us John the Baptist and a vivid image of destruction
of massive proportions. How do we make sense of these images?
It would be a shame to stop on the externals of the portrait of John the
Baptist that was given to us in today's gospel. As with every part of
Sacred Scripture there is more than meets the eye. Mark starts the story
of Jesus by describing a man that did not fit in the current customs of
his time. He lived in the desert. The desert is a place of death, of fear
and destruction. It is an unpleasant place to be in as it is the habitation
of demons. John the Baptist goes there. He is not afraid of his own demons,
in the desert he gives himself the freedom to face them and sort them
out. What are our demons? How long are we going to keep on papering over
them with our pathetic excuses? Is not Advent the right time to face our
demons? What we need to remember here is not to rely on our inner strength
but on the grace of God.
The desert is a place of silence. Utter silence. Silence can be noisy
and cluttered. Silence can be empty silence that leads towards drying
up. Silence can be pregnant with the music of the love of God.
Noisy and cluttered silence is that silence of when we have no one around
us and the wireless is off and in our minds there is a flood of images
and memories and grand plans of how to put the world right. It is the
silence suffocated by our own ego, our own voice; it is not the thinking
silence but the silence verging on day dreaming.
The empty silence is the silence of no hope and no vision, the moment
we give in and abandon ship: the silence of turning our backs on God,
the silence of despair.
The pregnant silence is that silence which silences the flesh, the world
and the devil. It is a silence aided by fasting and prayer, the silence
of waiting patiently to receive God's word, to be in tune with His eternal
symphony. This was the silence that the Baptist embraced in the desert
the silence that frees from silly or serious worries and throws itself
in full confidence in God.
That silence transformed John into the hinge between the Old and New Testament,
that silence of patient waiting transformed the desert into the springs
of Jordan where many flocked to be washed, to repent, to live anew in
the hope and joy of life. In those waters they buried the demons of life
and the place of death became the place of life. That hope and life gives
freedom. John was free from the practice of his day, in that freedom he
served God; freed others and above all paved the way for Jesus. He paved
the way for Jesus. Is that not our vocation to pave the way for Jesus!
How do we pave the way for Jesus?
We need to start by entering the desert, facing our demons and wait on
God. The traditional word for this is contemplation. This allows us to
give to others what we have received - the joy of Jesus in His Church.
We pave the way for Jesus by pushing aside our self - our ego and placing
Christ in the midst of our existence. This means that in the desert we
have tackled the demon of pride. Pride tells us that we need to be the
star of the show rather than Jesus. Pride tells us that we can not possibly
give up so many good things around us in order to follow the Way of Jesus
which at the end of the day might only be a nice myth. Pride tells us
that we need to achieve, come what may, that we need more and more and
more.
The theology of waiting tells us that we need less and less and less.
We need no noise and no more words we need silence and hope, we need to
give way and make way for Jesus. Worldly possessions are not for ever.
In our readings we were shown this by Isaiah when he says: "All flesh
is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass
withers and the flower fades..." Also in our second lesson Peter
explains to us that all what is around us will be dissolved. Pride tells
us we need to live comfortably. Yes, what about the carrying of the cross
and following Jesus, what about the example of the saints in these last
2000 years, was their example one of a comfortable life or one of a loyal
service to Christ? The theology of waiting shows the transitory nature
of the world and how empty it is to clutch to material possessions.
Advent is the time to take stock and see where we are. These images of
the Baptist and the transitory nature of earthly things are a good springboard.
Waiting patiently and hopefully on God will transform our barrenness into
fresh springs of living water, with the psalmist we say once more: "Let
me hear what God the LORD will speak, for he will speak peace to his people,
to his saints, to those who turn to him in their hearts. Surely his salvation
is at hand for those who fear him that glory may dwell in our land."
Thanks be to God for waiting on Him.
Thanks be to God for Advent. Let us make the most of it.
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