In the morning they would sing (well, chant really) the Gospel of Zechariah (Luke 1:68-79). In the evening, the monks would chant this passage, the Canticle of Mary (Luke 1:46b-55) and at night, the Canticle of Simeon (Luke 2:29-32). By devoting their lives to praying these prayers the monks taught me to continually look to the arrival of Jesus in my life and remember how God sent his only son into the world to be born as a child.
My journey through advent in 2020 will be unique because 2020 has been unique. This year has tested my resolve. It has not been easy to conduct all facets of my life from within the home. I miss the ability to travel to the office, to chat with co-workers in the halls, to go to physical events with friends. As I look towards the arrival of the Christ child this year, I am comforted by Mary’s words to Elizabeth:
“His mercy extends to those who fear him from generation to generation.”
“He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble.”
“He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty.”
