Tonight is the longest night, when the sun is at its greatest distance from the equator and daylight hours are at their shortest. After tonight the days will get increasingly longer and brighter.
Almost every culture in the ancient world celebrated this return of the light as the time to herald in new life and hope for better days…even at the moment when winter is at its darkest and coldest. So it makes sense that the early Christian church chose this time of year to celebrate the advent of Jesus the Messiah, the bringer of light and life and hope.
Some of you have heard me mention how unappealing winter is for me: the things that I really seem to connect with and come alive in are covered by snow during this season. Something inside seems to retreat to the depths of who I am.
Slumbering.
Brooding.
Waiting.
And I’ve found this is sort of a good thing, a healthy type of rhythm for me each year. Because the moment the snow falls, I begin anticipating the day when it will melt, when ‘the great white death’ dissipates and is swallowed up by the ground, giving way to new life and possibility. It’s not an idle waiting, but a working expectation as I prepare myself and my surroundings for what can and will need to be done when Spring arrives. And when bulbs do burst forth from the ground and birds return from the tropics and fish fry begin to swim in the streams, it all becomes that much more vibrant and exciting. I find myself opening up again with all of creation, just in time for us to begin celebrating the New Creation that began with Jesus’ resurrection on Easter.
Life is a series of tides, high and low. It’s a succession of seasons and varying nights and days. Like the moon, sometimes we find ourselves waxing and sometimes we find ourselves waning.
So this all begs the question: is there any sort of “winter waiting” you’re experiencing right now? Is there a place in life you want to be — or maybe even a ‘you’ that you want to be — that you aren’t yet? In what ways does it feel so far away? And in what ways does it sometimes feel so close?
As always, if you’re comfortable feel free to share. If not, feel free to e-mail me or even just spend some time thinking about it within the quiet of your own mind.