Spirituality of the Readings


During Advent we have been celebrating our emptiness.

I suppose this sounds odd, and yet give it a thought. If we were completely filled up we would have no room to let anyone or anything in. We would be like a clump of mud or a great thick mountain. (Maybe nice to look at, but not so good at relating.)

Somewhere in scripture the people ask God to take their hearts of stone and make them into hearts of flesh. Throughout Advent we have been asking especially for that. A time to become aware of God and then thank God for the spacious emptiness that a human heart has within it. Living hearts, not stone ones.

Increasing our own emptiness and our own darkness can be frightening. The shade spreads out its kingdom every day here in the Northern hemisphere as Christmas comes nearer. We see less by natural light, and our body systems squirm to readjust.

I used to be resentful as the daylight hours got shorter and shorter—and especially when “daylight savings time” collapsed and the dark settled in an hour sooner in the afternoon. It was dark well before I left the office. Depressing.

Finally, a few years ago, I saw some wisdom in deprivation and darkness. Increased dark allows human beings to hunker down inside their shelter, cozy and patient, waiting for the light to come back. This helps them reflect upon themselves:

Such small creatures within so vast a night.

God says as much to Bethlehem in the First Reading,

You, Bethlehem-Ephrathah,
too small to be among the clans of Judah, …
the Lord will give [you] up, until the time
when she who is to give birth has given birth.

Light had already come from that darkness, of course. King David traced his origins to Bethlehem, centuries before (see 1 Samuel: 17:12). And of course, Jesus was to be born in the same town. This strange, wide place in the road could produce Kings?

It is the same way within our souls. Our darkness and our emptiness are where Jesus is to be born on Christmas. The places in us that are gloomy, angry, or jealous, these form our darkness. The friends who leave us behind, they have a high, family time while we feel so alone—this is where the child will be born.

Watch Mary hasten to her cousin’s house, a long trip, on foot, over dirt and sand and rocks, under the hot, hot sun (Gospel). She does not have a need to be coddled and queenly in order to bring forth The Holy One. She does not spend a second worrying whether the way is too hard. Her soul somehow knows about the soft light that will shine from within her. Everything else is in second place.

Maybe emptiness can speak humbly from within us too. For a minute or two we could quit trying so hard to make everything alright in our admittedly arduous worlds.

Let go and let God. That way we will get to know the one whose “origin is from of old” (First Reading). We might even let him take up his home in us. He can make himself whatever size is needed for our souls.

What better Christmas could there be?

John Foley, SJ

**From Saint Louis University

Kristin Clauson