Yesterday began the liturgical season of Advent. It is a season of hope; a season built around longing for and anticipating the Word Incarnate. Oddly enough, the readings of the beginning of the liturgical year are readings that remind and warn us about the end of the Church here on Earth. Yet, this is not too strange since that small beginning of the entrance of little baby Jesus is best recognized by the magnitude of its ending at the final fulfillment, that which we call the Second Coming. Throughout all of this, we must realize that the Second Coming is not a separate even; rather, it is a fulfillment of that single event still in progress from the moment those words reached Mary’s humble ears.
For this reason, Advent is not merely a return to historical longing and fulfillment by Jesus, but it is our own entrance into the mystery of God Incarnate, God becoming flesh, entered into history, and made it His own. As the Nicene Creed professes: “And the Word became flesh and dwell among us.” This dwelling among us means that God has made himself subject to suffering and death. In other words, He knows the human condition most intimately.
And so St. Paul writes, “You know the time; it is the hour now for you to awake from sleep. For our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed.” Indeed, we shall know neither the hour nor the day that we will be called to stand in front that Son of God, as the Gospel tells us. We must not put down our guard and “sleep” our earthly lives away. We must live lives faithful and worthy of that Son of God.
For on that last day, we cannot say to him “Lord, you have no clue what it is like to live a short life, to suffer, to mourn, to love, to lose, and to die.” And yet again, on that last day we cannot say to the Lord that the eternal One, the Lord Who exists outside of time, cannot possibly be sympathetic or empathetic of our own human condition. For He is not only sympathetic to our own humanity, but he literally lived it.
It will be the Son of Man who judges, and he lived a human life from the womb of His mother to the stone tomb. In his living that human life, the Gospels tell us, he encountered numerous people from different positions in society, as we all do. Then on the end of days, from his countenance shall be seen every single human face since all are his brothers and sisters. And we shall have to raise our heads to those faces, the innocent faces of children, the worn-out faces of the poor, the tear-filled faces of parents who weep for their children lost at war, the embittered faces of our enemies. We shall have to raise our heads to that countenance, and a voice shall come from it that will say, “what you did, or did not do, for the least of my brothers.” That voice will not die or fade away. It will fill our eternity. If we are able to raise our heads with the confidence of the forgiven sinner towards that countenance of the Son of man, it is only because we have taken heed of St. Paul’s calling to us: the hour now for you to awake from sleep.
Happy Monday and Advent, my friends!