Today was a
long day. After a good but tiring weekend in D.C., I spent most of the day in a
van driving back home. Once there, there was laundry and lots of schoolwork. I
didn’t get to Mass until the 6 p.m. service. I usually like going in the early
morning, but that was the only one I was able to get to. I got there a bit early
and got to enjoy the pianist and cantor practicing Come, Thou Long Expected
Jesus while I said a Chaplet of Divine Mercy. The pre-Mass moments helped shift
me from my tiring, chaos, loud weekend back into the reflective beauty of the
Church and Advent.
As I looked
at the Advent wreath, I couldn’t remember what the second week was supposed to
represent. First is hope; third is joy, but what was second? After I got home,
I finally remembered: peace. Of course I’d
forget peace, I thought. Despite the pleas for peace on earth during this
time of year, I’m always feeling frustrated and chaotic. It’s the end of term,
so I’m always preoccupied with school, hoping to get everything turned in so
that I can finally start thinking about the season a couple of weeks late. It’s
just hard for me to feel peaceful during one of the busiest weeks of a student’s
year.
And I have
it easy. I’m beyond privileged. How difficult it must be for people who are
living in danger of violence, of discrimination, of hunger, of illness, of
loss. How can people find peace in their day to day lives when life is war? How
can peace on earth mean anything when the earth is seeped in pain and violence?
Is peace attainable now, or must it only be a future state, a hope to get us
through the present?
As part of
Advent, we’re supposed to be looking at the future. The present is bleak; that
is why he need a savior, why we’re calling for Jesus to come. But we cannot
wait in chaos waiting for the season to change. We have to break through the business,
the stress, the dangers, toils, and snares. We have to have hope now. We have to bring about peace now. The chances at peace pass by if we
are too caught up in our own problems. Help is at hand. God is not absent, even
while we wait for him.
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