The Advent and Christmas season belongs to the poet -
the artist who can imagine a reality other than the brutal and harsh one we are faced with day to day.
It is the voice of the poet who gives us the picture of the lamb curled up with the lion,
of the people of all races and creeds and religions
streaming to God’s holy mountain to learn
to make peace, not war,
to create, not destroy,
to emerge, not to hide.
It is the storyteller who imagined for us the
exquisitely beautiful Christmas story of Jesus’ birth.
No one can resist it. Its power sparkles with radiance.
Even as the crowd claims not to believe in anything,
still the story of a baby in a manger,
touches them with the thought of new possiblity.
It is the poets and the storytellers who take us by the hand and lead us
through the season of waiting,
through the season of rejoicing,
through the season of wonder and anticipation.
Oh, so much better than the world of worry
and stress and business that the worldly rulers offer us.
This Christmas remember the story of Easter.
‘Rise and Resist.’
Rise in the morning and resist the rush and fuss and fury.
Wait. Wonder. Imagine. Live in Possibilities.
And if you have some extra money this year,
I’d gamble it on the poets and the storytellers and the visionaries and the dreamers.
Because they are the ones that hold the divine reality.
The shopkeepers, they just have stuff.
In our secret yearnings
Have a listen to some of our advent music and listen to Bishop Barron speak about the spirituality of Advent.