I feel a pull to the frantic – frenetic – stress, and I’m wondering – am I doing enough? It’s not just for Advent – it’s for everyone and everything.
I read Paul’s opening words to the Philippian church and I wonder if he feels the same kind of anxiety. But he’s likely penning this letter from prison – a space where he is physically unable to do much. So I see a kind of tranquility and contentment surface on the page – he speaks of joy, and there’s an irresistible bubbling confidence and optimism. I like this kind of expression of peace – not the typical stoic quiet or stillness but a fizzy, overflowing blessedness, one not burdened by the world’s constant usurping of peace but rather, because of all the possibilities a holy excitement that is spilling out onto the page.
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