“I’ve got joy like a fountain in my heart.” You may recognize that as a line from an old Sunday School tune. I remember singing it boldly along with the other verses which included “peace like a river” and “love like an ocean.” All are good descriptors, but “joy like a fountain” is my favorite. When joy happens, it bubbles up and out like water from a wellspring.
I recently had a conversation with a grieving friend. Though she often feels sad, she is looking forward to what she calls her “new reality.” Planning for a new residence, starting a small business, and being with family are all sources of joy. Sometimes she feels guilty for being happy. Other times she worries that people will judge her for being happy at a time when she should, in their view, be sorrowful. Fortunately, joy bubbles up pushing all that aside, making room for brighter tomorrows. I am lucky to be standing in the spray.
Though she was afraid and a little doubtful at first, Mary quickly embraced her role in what we now call the Christmas story. Once it was all explained, her simple reply was, “I am the Lord’s servant. May it be to me as you have said.” (Luke 1:38)
Before the journey to Bethlehem, before the lack of adequate lodging, before the manger or the shepherds or the wise men, there was an angel speaking to a young woman. This is where our Advent story really begins. This is where the wonder and the mystery and the waiting all start. I began my Advent observance by placing an angel in the manger scene.
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