We lit our fourth Advent candle yesterday at breakfast. At church we spoke of Mary's visit to her elderly kinswoman Elizabeth, six months pregnant with a babe who will grow up to be John the Baptist. The seven-months pregnant woman in our fellowship shared of hearing that passage in a new way, as the child in her own womb leaped while she listened.
Like the topsy-turvy, non-chronological time of lectionary passages, where one week John is urging the crowds to prepare the way of the Lord and the next he is not even a glint in his father's eye, I've been reflecting on Mary this Advent season -- Mary expectantly waiting, Mary perplexed and pondering Gabriel's "Greetings, favored one!", Mary willing to believe that nothing will be impossible with God. And Mary, a young woman, a virgin, in the days before Gabriel brings his greeting.
In Night Visions, Jan Richardson writes:
She told me that virgin really means a woman unto herself, a whole woman, a soul mother. What a shift from thinking that a virgin is what you are until you are made complete by a man. They still argue, Mary, about whether you were a virgin. Maybe it's never bothered me because something deep inside me knew the truth: that you were whole, that you were a woman unto yourself, that you chose freely, that you were a soul mother, a spirit catcher, a God bearer even before you consented to open your womb.
And in her 1944 meditation, The Reed of God, Caryll Houselander writes of "that virginal quality which, for what of a better word, I call emptiness."
It is not a formless emptiness, a void without meaning; on the contrary it has a shape, a form given to it by the purpose for which it is intended.
It is emptiness like the hollow in the reed, the narrow riftless emptiness, which can have only one destiny: to receive the piper's breath and to utter the song that is in his heart. It is emptiness like the hollow in the cup, shaped to receive water or wine. It is emptiness like that of the bird's nest, built in a round warm ring to receive the little bird.
She writes of the trivialities and busy-ness that crowd out our purposeful emptiness and of the need to prepare the way, to be still and make space, to ponder the question: In what way are we to fulfill the work of giving Christ life in us?
And so our Advent wreath this year includes Houselander's images -- a Masai angel playing a pipe, a finch's nest found on campus, a chalice made for summer Bible school participants years ago. And there's another set in the room where I do spiritual direction: another finch's nest, a reed pipe likely from Haiti, a chalice from Palestine. They invite me to take a deep breath, to pause in this busy season, to make enough space to notice the ways the Spirit is already at work in the world, and to ponder: Am I a reed, a nest, a chalice? How am I invited to carry Christ in this world, and to give birth to the holy?
And what about you?
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.