Part One – A Divine Birthing Journey
Growing up in church, advent was my favorite time of the year. I loved the music, the pageantry, the decorations, the candles, and the sense of waiting and preparing for something wonderful.
Looking back, I think to a large degree what made it so special was that it tapped into the quiet longing I had deep within me. Not just for Christmas Day, which, while always a delight, did not fulfil the longing with material gifts and family time. I craved a deeper communion. It was more truly a longing for a real experience of Emmanuel, God-With-Us.
It wasn’t until many years later I learned “advent” did not mean “to wait.” As I evolved through the early stages of my faith, I have had many of these somewhat embarrassing “epiphanies.” I have called them “fundie moments,” when I suddenly realize what I was taught isn’t true at all, but was a subtle or not-so-subtle indoctrination to particular (usually limiting) teaching or belief.
Of course, “advent” actually means “arrival.” We only come to think it’s about waiting if we don’t believe the arrival has occurred yet. Sure, Jesus came 2000 years ago, but much of traditional Christianity is still waiting for Christ to come again. For their longings to be met in thee tonight. To know and see God here and now. And still so many wait.
In years past, we have entered this season in ICN as a time of being mystical mothers, bearing the divine and growing up into our Christ-being.
What would it look like to truly live into the arrival? If we turn advent into an action rather than a season. This year, how about we advent Christ on earth today?
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