During this year's Advent season, I decided to take a break from posting on Blogger, as well as penning new articles for Catholic365. It wasn't so much that I had no ideas, as it seems I constantly have new ideas running a race around the track of my mind. No, it was more that I felt this deep need for silence.
The season began with a hectic rush of "go here, run there, do this, fix that" in a crazy pace of non-stop action. I came down with a painful, energy-robbing sinus infection. Advent was not starting off well.
The second Sunday of Advent, though, brought me to the silence. We attended the annual evening of "Lessons and Carols" at our diocesan seminary. It was deep, beautiful nourishment for my soul. In the midst of the words of Scripture--promising our Lord's birth--and the lyrics and melodies of the carols and instrumental harmonies...God brought a sweet, holy silence into my heart. The night began in quiet darkness. Then, slowly but methodically, the candles in the room were lit. The prophecy of Isaiah 9, being fulfilled in Matthew 4, came to my mind:
"that what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah might be fulfilled: