It is the hour now for you to awake from sleep... Let us then throw off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.. Rom. 13:11-14 …Therefore, stay awake! … Mt 24_34-47

Ensconced in the quiet of my countryside, this late November, trees left with a few golden and red leaves, the morning light late in coming, I feel tempted to linger in bed and postpone waking up. Do I really need to throw my covers aside and get up, walk through the darkness and turn on the light? Harder still, awaken from my own darkness and turn my heart and mind toward the light…

Darkness, darkness within me, what are you made of? Which truths are you hiding from me? What do you fear I find?

It is easier to focus on the darkness around me, the darkness everyone talks about, the darkness out there, in the political and financial realms. Focusing on that darkness, I avoid looking at my own. Advent, however, is a time of awakening, inner cleansing, scrubbing my heart clean for the coming of the Prince of Peace…

Awaken from sleep… I often sleepwalk through the day, my mind on my computer, my cell-phone, Twitter, the news, instant messaging… How often do I turn my attention to those or what is around me? How often am I open to the Now, to Godde’s gifts and surprises, to Godde’s joy? I’m not even sure I give five minutes a day to the Now…

The works of darkness… are at work in me when I don’t practice mindfulness, when I live on automatic pilot, when I react rather than act. This again is most of the time.

The armor of light… makes me feel uncomfortable. It conjures up a sort of spiritual Wonder Woman, a sort of magic protection against darkness… unless it’s the white alb of baptism radiating in the morning sun, a vestment of peace and friendship…

Stay Awake… Can I stay awake for twenty-five days, not 24/7, but a few minutes a day when my heart and mind welcome the Now and its gifts? Can I commit myself to a daily moment of mindfulness when I remember that my heart is awaiting its beloved teacher? Can I die to my newsfeed — just a tiny bit?

With your love and your grace, O Godde, nothing is impossible…