I usually head for chips & salsa as soon as I can after arriving home from abroad.
This time I was 72 hours back in the USA before I found time….
But I made up for it!
And so Advent arrives. The Christian year is complete, and the cycle of story and parable, song and prayer, starts over again.
I welcomed Advent this evening after dark by singing an Advent I Vigil Mass at the Church of Saint Michael and Saint George in Clayton. Then I dined with colleagues from the choir, stuffing myself in chips and salsa before the chimichanga arrived.
I shall abed early tonight, as the day has been a long one.
Oswald Chambers has been on my mind this week. Read on:
We have all had times on the mount, when we have seen things from God’s standpoint and have wanted to stay there; but God will never allow us to stay there. The test of our spiritual life is the power to descend; if we have power to rise only, something is wrong. It is a great thing to be on the mount with God, but a man only gets there in order that afterwards he may get down among the devil-possessed and lift them up. We are not built for the mountains and the dawns and aesthetic affinities, those are for moments of inspiration, that is all. We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle. Spiritual selfishness always wants repeated moments on the mount. We feel we could talk like angels and live like angels, if only we could stay on the mount. The times of exaltation are exceptional, they have their meaning in our life with God, but we must beware lest our spiritual selfishness wants to make them the only time.