The season of Advent means there is something on the horizon the likes of which we have never seen before.  What is possible is to not see it, to miss it, to turn just as it brushes past you.  And you begin to grasp what it was you missed, like Moses in the cleft of the rock, watching God’s [back] fade in the distance.  So stay.  Sit.  Linger.  Tarry.  Ponder.  Wait. Behold.  Wonder.  There will be time enough for running.  For rushing.  For worrying.  For pushing.  For now, stay.  Wait.  Something is on the horizon.

From Isaiah 9:6-7:  “For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon His shoulders, and He is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.  Great will be His authority, and there shall be endless peace for the throne of David and his kingdom.  He will establish and uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time onward and forevermore.  The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.”

Jan L. Richardson (born 1967) is an American writer, artist, and ordained minister.  Her reflections come from her Night Visions:  Searching the Shadows of Advent and Christmas.