6 On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples
a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wines,
of rich food filled with marrow, of well-aged wines strained clear.
8…Then the Lord God will wipe away the tears from all faces,
and the disgrace of his people he will take away from all the earth,
for the Lord has spoken.
9 It will be said on that day,
Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, so that he might save us.
This is the Lord for whom we have waited;
let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.
Nouwen speaks today of passionate waiting – waiting being “the fulfilment of our deepest humanity in passion.”
I guess I’m ok at waiting in life. I waited a long time to find Sarah, the wife I love. But passionate waiting? Surely that was more passionless waiting – longing for that which I didn’t have? Perhaps not – perhaps it was passionate – not being willing to settle but to wait?
How much then like my journey of faith? Not for me the “thunderbolt city” road to Damascus revelation. A slow, inkling, methodical exploration over a couple of years. A committed response – confirmation. A wondering what the purpose of this should be – a waiting to see how God’s purpose could be worked out in me. Is that passionate waiting? Longing for signs of God’s love for me, for those around me, for this broken world? Is it is passionless waiting? Does my Christianity have to be noisy to be passionate? Or can quiet longing be passionate too? My only answer, I guess, is the start of Psalm 130, which has seen me through many a dark time: Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord : Lord, hear my voice.
Musically, I can’t find either of the things I wanted to share online – because I suspect they’re too new – of which more in a next post… In the meantime though, a setting I’d not heard before of the responsory for Advent 4 Drop down he heavens from above by Andrew Cusworth – I’d not heard this before but I rather like it.