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Sunday, December 5, 2021

2nd Advent Sunday 2021, An Invitation

2nd, 3rd, 4th Advent

Mark 13:24-37

 

"In the days after those hardships,

'the sun will be darkened,

the moon will no longer give its light,

the stars will be falling from heaven,

and the powers of the heavenly spheres will be thrown off course.'

"Then, the coming of the Son of Man will be visible in the realm of the clouds, invested with power, illumined by the light of the revelation of the world of spirit. And he will send out the angels to gather in all those who feel themselves united with him, from all four winds, from the ends of the earth to the ends of heaven.

"Learn from the parable of the fig tree: When the sap rises through its branches, and it puts forth leaves, then you see that summer is near. So also when you see these things coming about, you shall be aware that the revelation of the Son of Man is near, at the very door. Yes, I say to you: Even before the time of human beings now living shall have come to an end, all this will begin. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away. No one knows anything about that day or that hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.

"Be observant and be awake, for you do not know when the time will be. It is like when a man goes on a journey and leaves his house. He gives his servants authority, gives each one his task, and tells the doorkeeper to be alert. So you, too, be alert. You do not know when the master of the house will come, whether in the evening or at midnight or at cockcrow in the morning. Take care that he does not find you sleeping if he comes suddenly. And what I say to you applies to all human beings: Be alert!" 


2nd Advent

December 5, 2021

Mark 13:24-27

 

The Advent prayers at the altar speak of the chariot of the sun.
The path of this chariot inscribes an arc in the heavens. The mention of a chariot implies a Being that travels in it. In Greek mythology He is called Helios. Daily he rises from the edge of the world, dispelling the darkness. At the end of the day he sets into the darkness, to rise again, moving time forward.

The prayers also speak of the bow of color, the rainbow, which also inscribes an arc. The interplay of light and darkness, of water and air, of Helios and Earth create a many-colored bridge, the rainbow.
The Greeks called her Iris, the winged messenger of the gods. Her message has always been filled with hope and promise; Helios and Iris, bringers of light, color and hope.

Ookami Kouu
Our deepest hope is that one day, heaven and earth will become one; that the wounds of worlds will be healed; that love and peace will reign because the sons and daughters of sun and earth will have fulfilled Iris’s promise. Her message continuously calls us, inviting us to work on the creation of the new heaven and the new earth. All of creation is waiting for us. As the poet Mary Oliver says

 

There are days

when the sun goes down

like a fist,

though of course

 

if you see anything

in the heavens this way

you had better get

 

your eyes checked

or, better still,

your diminished spirit.

The heavens

 

have no fist,

 

Instead: such patience!

Such willingness

 

to let us continue!

David Newbatt

To hear,

little by little,

the voices -

 

only, so far, in

pockets of the world -

suggesting the possibilities

 

of peace

 

Keep looking.

Behold, how the fist opens

with invitation.*


*Mary Oliver, “The Fist”, in Thirst