Advent is a season where we expect something Amazing. Something Grand and over the top wonderful. Often we expect those words to walk in with a kind of grand entrances.
The kings of Egypt riding in on thrones of gold declaring they were gods. Rock Stars entering the stage in full form. My grandson entering the room and saying here I am! The party can begin.
But here we get to a Holy advent season and we find a story of a young mother nine months pregnant entering into a city on a donkey, finding room in a stable. Regardless of what you believe or don't believe the power of story, of symbolism has it's place and meaning. So here we see not a chariot of gold but a simple beast of burden. Not a Thoroughbred Tennessee Walker but the animal that still remains sure-footed and plodding the due course.
The mother of the man we know as God coming into the world as man to take on the full understanding of all that it is to be human not simply Divine rides on donkey. And 33 years later that man of God entering a city amidst cheers riding not on the shoulders of those cheering for him but on the back of a donkey.
As I look forward to the Season's Advent night, to the season of Advent in my own life, I'm remembering that it is with a bowed head and humble heart that I receive life's greatest blessings. That when I turn my heart inward and up I remember the pure heart of a servant is the greatest heart of all. Surprisingly, I stop fighting the odds, the aches, the heartbreaks when I bow to destiny instead of riding the back of desire.
I pray that the humble moments of this season - the pause amidst the noise and hustle, the soft glow of candlelight, the precious sleep of a child, the tired, true faith of the old - posses us and offer all of us the Peace that passes all understanding. In the middle of everything.