Sixpence None the Richer has a Christmas song called "The Last Christmas Without You." It considers the advent waiting from Mary’s perspective. "I feel you heart beating
/ Inside my own skin," the song says.
This advent, as my own belly swells, I’ve been contemplating Mary.
Who was this woman–this child, really–who so readily accepted God’s
blessing and burden? Who took on motherhood and its accompanying joys,
sufferings, and, in this case, shame? Who set aside her own dreams and
desires so that God’s word might be fulfilled?
Advent holds ideas of waiting, anticipation, peace, hope, incarnation, justice. I think of Mary, her hands rubbing her belly. I think of the shepherds, searching Bethlehem. I think of the wise men, following a star. All waiting.






