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Silent in Night | An Advent Prayer

December 17, 2012

Amy Gilbaugh

The sun has set on our day. Our best ambitions are now to be put to rest. All is silent in night.

No sun to reveal. No warmth to calm. No rays to brighten.

Nighttime is proof that we are human—alarms are set, doors are locked, covers are pulled over our heads. Questions mark these dark hours: who’s there? what’s that? did you hear? We turn on the fluorescent lights, the music, the TV, but none can be the sun to us.

We remember we are fragile

feeble

frail.

The shadows outside our windows are all too familiar. They house the unknown, the uncertain, the unpredictable. Their dark shapes linger around our well-protected lives and cross our thresholds dismissingly. We find them crouched under our beds and as monsters in our closets. When we lay down to sleep, we find the worst of them have waited for us there. And so begins the long night within.

We remember we are temporary

tired

terrified.

When will the sun rise again? When will all be brought into the light? We strain to keep our eyes open, fixed on that horizon. We wait for just a hint of a single ray. And we know You’ll come! And in that confidence we curl up our legs and pull our knees tight against our chests. We will wrap ourselves in these covers and wait. We will watch. We will hope that dawn will soon be ours.

You will be ours.

The Son will be revealed. All will be calm. All will be bright.

We wait

as all is

silent

in

night.

Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.

 

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