On The Doorway of Advent

This meditation was originally written on December 17, 2012, five days after the horrific shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School.  And on an anniversary of a phone call to my sister, Trudy, that was the beginning of her journey to the hospital and a month later, going Home. In that original post I added a post script hinting of hope as carried by grief – a surprising conduit of Love.

This year I find in God’s good grace of time and mercy that my personal darkness has lightened; yet, I cannot help but be aware of the greater gray fears we are collectively experiencing in a world gone seemingly mad. So again I find myself reaching for the hope that I might find on this doorway of Advent and by the light of God’s promise, Christ.  And enter into prayers as many of us come together in our readings, listenings and waiting in this season of our lives.

May God meet you and keep you in Love today, no matter the matter of fears and worry.

Theresa Wyatt Prebilsky
December 17, 2012

Morning time brought a hopeful message for this heavy time of grief – my own as well as the Country’s as we grieve the tragedy and loss of such innocent children and brave adults.  In meditation and journaling, two vivid visuals came as guides to living in the season of Light while darkness clearly exists.

In the first, I’m standing on a sturdy and thick layer of encrusted ice over a fast-flowing river; looking down past my feet and through the ice, seeing the river of personal grief running southward fast and purposefully.

I am not comfortable.  I don’t like the possibility that I am being asked to force frozen feelings and sacrifice expression that might also catch in it’s net-of-numbness what joy might accidentally seep to the surface. But then a question is posed from a different perspective than my own, self-centered sense of sadness and neediness.

Why would you not step aside from your feelings long enough and step up to My service in a time when others are also struggling with Christmas and all the other rough stuff that is going on?

Even in my resistance I can recognize the beckoning-to-service call as God’s. Then, a second guidance begins with soft and warm tones unlike the first.

Crawl into the folds of your Father’s love.

And I did.

I sat silently in the golden warmth and love of God long enough and with just enough willingness to begin noticing a change in my relationship with grief and gratitude.

Understanding begins to thaw.

What at first seemed discordant, this fixation of darkness in a season of light, becomes an authentic doorway into the healing of Advent. An invitation to come and enter as I am into the strength and support of my Holy Parent as God is – a rock-solid yet transparent floor of ice beneath my feet; allowing me to see but not drown in these very real rushes of sadness, grief or despair.

By love I am encouraged to return again and again to these visuals of care and protection whenever fear or self-pity tempts me out of service to others, or when sadness threatens to steal the fresh, crisp new joy that I might find in the light of God’s promise, Christ.

And, once again there is new hope for living, authentically, in the season of Light while darkness exists.


Bugle © twyatt 2015
What you give to me in surrender,
I return to you as peace
in the war of worry.

When you willingly march across
your battlefields of survival,
fighting temptations to fear
and habits of thinking,
I meet you,
and protect you,
in my bunker of Love.

I amplify the single-most note of surrender
into full scores
of victorious songs more beautiful
than even I can compose
without your one,

So, show up in trust
and turn it over to me;
sing praises in the unknowing
of outcomes;
and rest in gratitude
for what is,
what was,
and for what is to come.

And listen for the bugler’s reveille
to wake you from the sleep of worry.

Rev-eil-lee! Rev-eil-lee is sounding
The bugle calls you from your sleep; it is the break of day.
You’ve got to do your duty or you will get no pay.
Come, wake yourself, rouse yourself out of your sleep
And throw off the blankets and take a good peek at all
The bright signs of day are here, so get up and do not delay.
Get Up!
Orderly officer is on his round!
And if you’re still a-bed he will send you to the guard
And then you’ll get a drill and that will be a bitter pill:
So be up when he comes, be up when he comes,
Like a soldier at his post, a soldier at his post, all serene.*

*Although there are no official lyrics to “Reveille”, these unofficial lyrics for the Commonwealth “Reveille” have been recently popularized.

The Known is in the Silence

“God is a being beyond being and a nothingness beyond being. The most beautiful thing which a person can say about God would be for that person to remain silent from the wisdom of an inner wealth. So, be silent and quit flapping your gums about God.” -Meister Eckhart

Theresa Wyatt Prebilsky

I know I know
when my need to tell others what I know
falls to the edges of silent keeping.

I know I know,
by God’s grace
and the mercy of mystery;
the known is in the silence.