The traditional theme for the First Sunday in Advent is Hope, so let’s consider that for a few days.
I’m actually a little ambivalent about hope as a spiritual quality, because it carries within it seeds of doubt. If I hope for a positive outcome, I am a little fearful that it might not happen. Those little seeds of negative energy can be very pernicious; they can accumulate in consciousness and ultimately become a big wall of fear!
On the other hand, hope can sometimes be an essential light in a dark experience. Do you know Emily Dickinson’s description?
”Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.”
So hope is the pure, constant voice that knows that we are more than our limited bodies, more than our conflicted minds, and certainly more than anything dark and negative we may experience. Hope is not specific—it works without the words to describe a situation—it is simply Knowing. So it is a perfect beginning to an Advent season that is preparing us to give birth of a greater expression of our Selves.
Today I take a moment to set aside plans, details and practical concerns. I hear in the silence a still, small voice that sings to remind me of the Truth of who I AM.