advent

More advent reflections on Joseph

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Thrown into this prison cell
Through no fault of my own
Honouring my master
Yet from him no mercy shown
What can I do? what’s next for me?
The answers yet unknown.

It’s possible to languish
In this dark and painful place
Or try and make it bearable
And provide for hope a space

The seeds of promise have been sown
Helping others in their pain
Alas sorrows continue
And still in solitude I remain

Driving on and moving forward, Where is God in this?
Have I been long forgotten and are my cries a silent wish?

Longing and waiting, for there must be better days
But they are hidden from us, they are God’s mysterious ways.

Help me from my prison cell, dear God that is my desire
Rekindle the dying embers
Make a spark, a roaring fire.
There’s more than this, there’s more to see, tell me God what you require

Advent

thehutch,

In this Advent season, I have spent much longer than usual thinking through my understanding of ‘waiting’. Living in London and commuting, it is possible to spend a great deal of time on tube platforms, bus stops or in traffic, minutes can seem like hours, and patience can be lacking rather more than one may intend. Waiting is not always easy. Whilst thinking things through, 2 characters mentioned in the scriptures have been at the forefront of my mind, one from the traditional Christmas story, the other from Genesis.
The one from Genesis is Joseph – a man who spent day after day after day in a prison cell, for a crime he did not commit, never knowing if, or when, he may be released……..waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting…what must that have felt like?
The second is Simeon, a man who was waiting on a promise, not knowing when or how but waiting until that moment came when he was prompted to see the realisation of the promise. Can you imagine the excitement when that day came?
Waiting can be a cruel bedfellow but the moment when the waiting ends………now that is joy!