O come, O come, Emmanuel,
and ransom Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appears.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!
Waiting is really, really difficult. For example, FBC is now four years old (which is hard for this blogger to believe), and there is no possible way that Christmas can come soon enough. The Advent calendar has been opened before 7am every day this month. Every time we see someone for whom a gift sits under our tree, the question gets asked, “can we give them their gift now?” When a package arrives on our doorstep, it must be opened immediately. Waiting is really hard when you are four years old.
Waiting is really hard when you are 33 years old, as well. Today is the Monday of championship weekend in my fantasy football league’s 10th year. I’m going up against my friend, colleague, and blogging arch-rival, Evan Garner in the championship match-up, and I have to wait all day to officially win.
I mean, I guess I Gonzo and the SF defense could lose 20 points and Bowman could run two fumbles back for touchdowns, but it is highly unlikely. Still, I’ll have to wait until Christmas Eve to lord my victory over Evan. Waiting is really hard.
I think maybe that’s why the Church has taken to singing the O Antiphons in the waning days of Advent. As the days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, and the coming of the Lord seems like it is never going to happen – we call out in unison for Jesus to come! As we wait in exile in this world, awaiting our restoration in the Kingdom of God, we cry to the Lord, “How long!?!”
Yet, the refrain reminds us that the promises of God are secure. We don’t finish our plea to come, with words of sadness, but rather we “Rejoice!” because we know that Emmanuel (God with us) has come and is coming again. Alleluia!