In the silence of the midwinter dusk, there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. You walk up the steps to the front door. The empty windows at either side tell you nothing, or almost nothing. For a second you catch the whiff in the air of some fragrance that reminds you of a place that you have been and a time that you have no words for. You are aware of the beating of your heart. The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens. Advent is the name of that moment.
-Frederick Buechner-
-Frederick Buechner-
The time before I come home, the time before I see Elaine and Keith, the time before Christmas. My life is filled with waiting right now, But in this waiting I must be present, soaking up the extra ordinary time before the extraordinary event comes.
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