I wonder if you can trace the changes that occur within yourself over a year by tracking the kind of music you listen to at Christmas. Last year, I was listening to The Pogues, but this year my Christmas song is this beautiful piece by Joni Mitchell:
During the Advent season, a lot of people try to relive or rediscover a sense of expectation and hope. They remember what it might be like to wait for the coming of God… the coming of healing, liberation, and salvation. For me, this whole year has been defined by waiting for God (it’s been a tough year, marked by many personal sorrows and losses which I have not written about here). Only, in my waiting for God, I’ve gradually learned to wait without much expectation or hope… I simply wait because there is nothing else that can be done by any of us. We’ve all tried our best and failed. Only God can save us, and even though God is nowhere to be found, we wait… because, at the end of the day, we are still in need of salvation.
But, my God, I wish I had a river I could skate away on.