You can tell Christmas is coming. I’ve arrived at that point in Advent where I haven’t blogged about my daily reading for a week, where I caught up with six chocolates from the Advent calendar on Friday night, and where the Advent candle is unlit and still showing 17. And let’s be honest, I haven’t blogged about my daily reading because I haven’t done it.
But there is hope for me yet. Maggi writes of the conversation between Mary and Gabriel containing pauses. I like that. I’m not very good at instant conversations – I tend to think of relevant stuff minutes, hours, or even days later; which might be why I like twitter – I can respond a few hours late and no-one seems to mind; and might explain why the friends I love best are those whom I don’t necessarily talk to often, but where I can pick up a conversation without worry or explanation. My experience of God is of lots of pauses, often at the most irritating times – the visual equivalent is a photograph of half a face.
But God allows questions too, in these pauses. Clarification, support, strength, understanding. We can ask for them all. We can even ask for a sign – if we are prepared for the consequences. So, however briefly, I have passed today, asked God for a bit of strength, for the right words in the right places to the right people over the coming days. Christmas will come.