Plans…Hopes
and Dreams
Growing
up in Europe with Advent has always been so special to me.
I remember our readings took place when it was already dark outside and we would read by candlelight...my favorite!!
They
weren’t nights rushed with Christmas deadlines and demands by the outside
world, but they were quiet moments carved into the evenings leading up to
Christmas morning. I would describe them as soft, tender memories
likened to that of a quiet dusting of a midnight snow fall.
I think I
especially loved it as it was such a visual of the anticipation of Jesus’s
birth!!
Advent is
defined as follows: “the arrival of a notable person, thing or
event. It is a time of expectant waiting and preparation for the
celebration of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.
The term
is a version of the Latin word meaning “coming”.
I don’t
know about you, but every time Christmas rolled around, I looked forward to the
Christmas commercials. You know which ones I’m talking about. The
ones with perfect homes, perfectly dressed hostesses with aprons that matched
their shoes, happy children before the feast…which we all know is not
reality…at least in our home…and a perfectly fat, glazed butterball turkey on
the large oval platter with no nasty prep dishes anywhere in sight!!
Somehow,
I bought into it. I found myself t h e r e…striving for
the perfect tree that everybody happily agreed on. I wanted
everybody to want the same thing I had envisioned. I would cringe at
the thought of colored lights. Handmade ornaments from the children would be
“re.arranged” behind the ones of “real” beauty. You know, the ones
that were all the rage at the time. No matter how hard I tried, I
would find myself trapped in a scene that would give Chevy Chase a run for his
money!!
There
were pick.up trucks that broke down at the Christmas tree farm, a purchased
tree that was the comfortable home to thousands of flying beetles, falling
trees that somehow toppled down in the wee small hours of the morning…crushing
the gifted ornament with my husband’s brother’s cremated ashes {who thinks of
these gifts anyway??!!}and the infamous trip…traveling away from home and
forgetting the diaper bag. You get the picture.
NIGHTMARE
situations, in my book...far from what I was striving for.
All this
to say, it’s easy to get discouraged and disheartened when things we plan end
up being much less wonderful and much less full of delight than what we had
hoped and dreamed for.
Reality is harsh at times, and the idea that things are insignificant when we selfishly pursue our own
interests is TRUE, but it is entirely possible to gain true JOY in this life, with a deep
purpose when we humbly submit our most cherished hopes and far.fetched dreams
to Jesus!!
Advent
hones us in.
It
re.focuses and brings into view that which is important.
It offers
incredible hope for tomorrow.
Mary
anticipated her ADVENT.
She, too,
was a momma…with a heart…just like us. She looked forward to the
arrival of her Son.
I have
often wondered how she nested…
How she
planned.
I wonder
how she hoped…
How she
dreamt.
And once
she delivered God’s gift…
I wonder
what she was thinking as she rocked the Savior of the world.
I wonder
about the lullabies she softly sung into the same ears that would hear the
aching, desperate prayers of all mankind.
I wonder
how she would gently stroke and pat the tiny back that would one day carry the
weight of the world.
I wonder
if her heart beat full of fear for what was sure to come as it would beat
against the same heart that would one day be broken for the lost and for the
fragile in this broken world.
She H A D
to know that her plans, her hopes and her dreams were shattered and would be
forever altered the very minute the angel appeared to her…and I’m pretty sure
this was not her plan and most likely a world away from how she had envisioned
it, don’t you think?
As I was
looking at ADVENT, I was re.reading Luke 1 and as soon as the angel announced
to Mary that she would give birth, Mary responded, “I am the Lord’s servant.”
“May your words to me be fulfilled.”
Again,
she H A D to know that while nothing was going according to her hopes and
dreams…she would indeed be given the strength to rest in Christ…where she would
find her greatest significance. It would be in Him that she would
find true fulfillment.
She was
willing to lay down her “perfect” plans, hopes and dreams as she laid that
little tiny baby in the manger.
So, as we face our own
disappointments and maybe our less than stellar plans, hopes and dreams, I
challenge you to find joy and meaning in the unplanned, in the uninvited, in
the undesirable and in the unexpected as you anticipate celebrating life’s greatest
gift…the birth of Jesus…
It’s
described as a SILENT NIGHT. Pure, messy, chaotic yet PERFECT!!