. . . but not in the usual way, yet.
A funny thing happens with the season of Advent. There are some great memorial days, but when I pray the Office of Readings for those days, it usually means I don't have time to reflect on the office for the Advent weekday.
So the very first weekday this Advent was the feast of St. Andrew. There was a really nice reflection on Andrew's probable role in leading his brother, Simon Peter, to Jesus. But since then I've been opening to Monday's daily readings, for last night's reflection and now again this morning, where a thought from Isaiah has struck me. But the time with the Lord each day is more important than the specific "accomplishment" of it, and is about far more than my own thoughts. In this moment, it occurs to me that perhaps I have oft put too much emphasis on my own reflection rather than simply being in God's presence.
The thought from Monday's Isaiah passage, briefly:
How she has turned adulteress, the faithful city, so upright! Justice used to lodge within her, but now murderers. Your silver is turned to dross. Your wine is mixed with water. - Is 1:21-22
The next couple verses contain more of the same. Many fear a similar lament over America. I am more concerned about making sure that I and those I love don't have to hear such harsh words.
Come, Lord Jesus. Fill the hearts of your faithful.
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