There has been mounting excitement in this corner of Glasgow over the last few weeks as a new supermarket has been taking shape in the shell of an old one. Workers from "darn sarf" (even by my reckoning) have laboured long and hard, cranes have appeared from a Manchester-based firm (why?! one of my long standing puzzles is why cranes trundle across the nation rather than being sourced locally) and plenty of local people have been recruited and trained up. Yesterday I witnessed frantic shelf stacking, sign hanging and barrier shifting. This morning a glistening new supermarket awaits its first customers.... Waitrose has arrived!
As I am beginning to think about Advent preprations (i.e. preparing to do Advent, not what Advent is) this activity and excitement has been quite striking. I love the Advent season with is calendars and candles and (at least among the young) mounting excitement as Christmas nears. I love the Advent hymns with their sense of yearning and aching for what is just out of reach.
This morning I found myself reminded of these words from the advent hymn 'There's a light upon the mountians' :
There's a hush of expectation,
And a quiet in the air;
And the breath of God is moving
In the fervent breath of prayer...
I hope that people's expectations of Waitrose will be met, that the food they have longed to taste is worth the wait. More, I hope that our Advent waiting might be eager expectation and anticipation of the promises of God, Immanuel.