Advent's Long Road

“I learn by going where I have to go.”        Theodore Roethke

When was it ever a perfect time to prepare for Advent? 

The road to Bethlehem was long for Mary, looking for a place to birth her child in the most ungracious of surroundings.

The journey  of the magi was long and arduous,  with  unscheduled interruptions,  inclement  weather, and even some doubts as to the final outcome of  following the star.

This year the road to Advent for me is fraught with grief over the thousands who died in a killer storm that destroyed a region of the Philippines, my home country.   The magnitude of this disaster is hard to comprehend.  Why the Philippines?  Because, according to an MIT meteorologist, the country has the warmest deep ocean in the planet that spawns monster storms.  But why the poor?

 Why were the impoverished families of fisher folk  who lived by the sea  swept away by the storm surge? 

Perhaps Mary must have also asked why she had to take on such a difficult role in the salvation story.  “And a sword will pierce your soul.”  ( Luke 2:35 )   Perhaps the three kings in search of the Christ child  must  have sensed ,with foreboding,   Herod’s evil intent to slaughter innocent babies in his lust for power.  Perhaps killer storms leave people like me reeling from the onslaught of nature “red in tooth and claw.”    How does one find meaning in randomness?

This obviously is no Hallmark greeting card reflection.  In a season when merriment is the norm, the Philippine disaster  goes against the grain of  falalalala.  I did not plan on this interruption.  My holiday calendar , until a week ago when the storm struck, was already starting to fill up with Christmas cheer.

Yet this catastrophic event is making me pay attention this year, more than any other time. I am paying  attention to Simone Weil’s statement :  “Two things break the human heart – beauty and affliction.”   This week ,while comforting a Filipino friend who had not heard from her family in the epicenter of the storm and who did not know if they were still alive,  I happened to look out of my kitchen window as I held the phone to my ear  and saw the most breath-taking  sunset in the autumn  sky.   The tears came.  How can such beauty coincide with such bad news?    Is this “the irrational season “  that Madeleine L’Engle refers to? 

In a deep way, I feel more humbled this Advent season, perhaps because my heart has been broken. 

I will still wrap presents, sing carols, look at Christmas lights.  But with a different heartbeat,

Because halfway across the world, in a cluster of islands, a cyclone from hell has knocked me off my comfort zone,  even threatened to unhinge my illusions of safety. 

But that’s not all bad.   In ways I had not planned for myself or wished upon the people in my country of birth, this Advent is teaching me to cling closer to God,  to Jesus --- the rock, the hiding place, the ultimate shelter, in times of desolation and chaos.

In this Advent’s  difficult  path towards God’s blessing,  like Mary and  those who searched for the Christ child,   “I learn by going where I have to go.”

Submitted by Priscilla Lasmarias Kelso