Advent

Advent: arrival that has been awaited (especially of something momentous)

Advent is my favorite season. Or rather, it would be my favorite season if I had time to enjoy it. (School and family troubles tend to get in the way.) I love advent. I love that there is an entire season (often forgotten about) that focuses on the arrival of the most important things in my life: love, compassion, and grace. I love that we have an entire month leading up to Christmas which is the time where I get to see my family, see my pets, see my friends and go home.

I love that during Advent, there is an advent wreath that gradually gets lit one candle at a time over the course of the month. Each time a new candle is lit, more light and warmth radiates into the room. My family used to light one every week and sing songs. I sorta wish that as Christians, our goal would be to do that in our lives, that is to radiate more and more light and warmth (aka God's love and testament of His grace) until we reach our maximum giving off all we can. If we did that, so many more people wouldn't be hurting or cold or lost in the dark.

I sorta feel that senior year is supposed to be the season of advent. It's the countdown year and all seniors are waiting for the arrival of adulthood. We just can't wait for graduation to come. But instead of giving off light and warmth, we give off frustrations and loneliness and stress. Sorta like how the consumerist Christmas season has now become. Maybe we should all calm down and think about what the message that this year is supposed to remind us of and what it is supposed to teach us. Maybe.