“The wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus it will burst into bloom;
it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy…
…Then will the eyes of the blind be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstopped.
Then will the lame leap like a deer…
…Water will gush forth in the wilderness
and streams in the desert.” (Is 35;1-10 NIV)
Somehow, the rejoicing of Advent 3 has found itself being drowned out by the contemporary collective rush, where people either consciously or subconsciously reach for the “fast forward” button to get to the stable and manger too soon. But as we journey over the hills deserted by the shepherds, as we draw ever closer to the cradle, we peer through a receding darkness to see the pink flush of a new dawn of hope.
GAUDETE! GAUDETE! GAUDETE!