First of all, to completely digress from the Sunday Scribblings theme, I must thank all of you for you sweet, hippity hoppity birthday wishes. I've had a wonderful birthday, and today will wrap up all the celebratin' that's been going on. I think I've finally had more birthday cakes than Husband, so I am completely satisfied.
Right now I'm listening to Husband's birthday gift, the Over the Rhine Christmas album, Snow Angels. It's completely fabulous, and as I told someone, one of their CDs is NOT just a CD - it's a magnificent musical experience that wraps around your soul. The collection doesn't really include any traditional Christmas songs, but original music in the context of the season. I just want to state right here and now that Tori Amos has been shoved off my personal favorite musician throne and replaced by Karin and Linford. Now if they would just bring their little musical genius selves down South so I could experience them in person -
As I pondered over the Sunday Scribbling theme of anticipation, a song came back to me - a simple, obscure praise song that our music minister wrote a new Advent verse to - we always teased her because she found a way to stick the word "anticipating" in there, which is a delicious word to sing. Anticipation, what the season of Advent is all about, the expectant waiting for a tiny, earth-shattering baby. One thing I really adore about being a Methodist is that we get the opportunity to truly sink our teeth into the whole Christmas season, and trying to keep each day that marches by as not a reminder that all the Christmas presents are bought, but another opportunity to welcome Christ into our lives. It's a reminder to make a little room for wonder and mystery. To marvel over the idea that one small child held the keys to redeeming a big dark world. As we perch on the branches of our Christmas trees, we can let go of the tragedy that we know comes later, the heart shattering story of the cross, and take joy in imagining Mary and Jesus, in the rough shepherds that show up to crash the party, blinded by starlight. In the strange foreign kings who appear with their scented gifts, their tickets out of Israel to safety in Egypt. Even if you don't so much believe in Jesus, you have to appreciate the fact that it's,at the very least, a great story.
Of course, this Advent season we're experiencing another kind of anticipation, another world changing event. One very much hoped for in my heart.
Beaux and I are overjoyed to announce we're expecting a baby, to change our lives with its goodness and tiny grace, in July. We are very happy, and hope that you will be, too.