The remarkable C.S. Lewis, chronicling the loss of his wife in his acclaimed book “A Grief Observed,” pulled no punches in describing the stinging loss and bewildering doubt associated with that time. Here was perhaps the greatest Christian apologist of the 20th century angry with God and spiritually despondent at the prospect of living without his beloved wife Joy.
Advent is the liturgical season of vigilance or, to put it more mundanely, of waiting. During the four weeks prior to Christmas, we light the candles of our Advent wreaths and put ourselves in the spiritual space of the Israelite people who, through many long centuries, waited for the coming of the Messiah (“How long, O Lord?”).