It’s been a gray and rainy week. The Susquehanna River looked like a scene from a Dickens novel for the past few days, but today the sun is breaking through the clouds.
Since November 9 there has been a sense of dread and unpredictability in my thinking about the future. But I also have a deep sense of anticipation and expectation. Advent is a season for waiting, so for once I am synced up with the Church calendar.
I plan to attend the Million Woman March on Washington, DC in January. I’m excited to see the organizing and mobilization that will rise in creative problem solving to our current political climate. I am hopeful that great work will be accomplished.
Waiting is not necessarily inactive. Solution-building takes time.
I am mindful that this year’s ESC applications go live today, and I’m not sure who will come to us through the recruitment process this year. I am hopeful that this waiting, reflecting, and planning will lead to powerful action and innovation.
I pray that even now folks are considering a year of service to be part of new solutions in communities across the country. As we wrestle through the obstacles and challenges that face us, may we heed the passage from Isaiah 40:3-8
“A voice cries out:
In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
4 Every valley shall be lifted up,
and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level,
and the rough places a plain.
5 Then the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
and all people shall see it together,
for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”
6 A voice says, “Cry out!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”
All people are grass,
their constancy is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades,
when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades;
but the word of our God will stand forever.”