Thanksgiving and Delicious Waiting
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Since I was a child, it has been one of my favorite holidays. Oh that turkey mom would masterfully cook!
In time, as she aged, Thanksgiving Dinner started to get later and later. She was beginning to slow down, and one year, exhausted to the core, she served the meal at 9PM. That was the year that I declared that Mom had cooked her last Thanksgiving turkey; it was now time to pass the torch and let somebody cook for her. She ended up passing the torch to me, which wasn’t exactly my plan… And so, thinking fast, my ‘cooking’ consisted of an invitation to mom to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, at a rambling wooden country inn not far from where Norman Rockwell lived and painted. Americana at its best. And since then, my family has been enjoying Thanksgiving in the Berkshires of Massachusetts, where once again last week I found myself with those I love most doing what I love so much: spending time with my family (and eating). Hope yours was as pleasant, too! Bravo to all those turkey-cooking moms!
Now, this weekend, we put aside the turkey leftovers and begin the period of waiting called Advent. The Church asks us to slow down, and enter into a period of delicious waiting… waiting for the incredible event which is the commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ. A time to take spiritual stock of our lives and to present a clean slate to God with a promise to do better next year by loving God and our neighbors more deeply, by putting aside past sins and entering into the spirit of conversion.
In the first reading, Isaiah pens what are among the most profound words of all scripture: You (God) are the potter, and we are the clay. Oh, how we love to be in control! How we just love to be the potter! Who needs God as long as I have me, myself, and I seems so common. Or its modern variant: who needs God as long as I have my stuff to divert my attention from my salvation?
Advent reminds us to continue the theme of Thanksgiving all the way to Christmas and beyond, by emphasizing that we await the giver of all good gifts, Jesus Christ, who has re-formed us into what we are called to be: Thankful and holy children of God, but fragile as clay: let us never forget how much we need him! Drop a clay pot, and it will break into a thousand pieces. It is destroyed. So are our souls if we beat them up and abuse them with sin. Advent reminds us of just how fragile we really are and how badly in need of repentance we are for our sins and the world’s terrible sins, especially against the dignity of human life: war, abortion, the death penalty, euthanasia, crime, starvation, and political or religious injustice, and how incredibly loving God is to us, to send his only son into the world, to take on our brokenness and raise it to the dignity of God himself through the Redemption of the Cross. Our pride tells us to deny that we are fragile, but I paraphrase St. Paul, who reminded us that only when we are weak are we truly strong, for then the power of the living Christ shines through. Allow yourself to be fragile and repentant this Advent, ask for God’s strength and forgiveness, acknowledge your sins, especially by making a good sacramental confession, and bask in God’s power to save, while we await the coming of the Christ-child.

I feel sorry for Roman Catholics who make their living in the financial professions, especially if they are also clergy, like our deacons. No, I’m not talking about the economy, I’m talking about the calendars they have to keep track of. First, there’s the ‘regular’ calendar, January 1st through December 31st. Then there’s the ‘fiscal’ calendar, July 1st through June 30th (I think…). I suppose there’s a reason for starting the year when it’s half-over for the rest of us, but why is a mystery to me. Finally, there’s the liturgical calendar, which begins on the first Sunday of Advent, in just one week hence.