Throughout the Bible, food
is seen as a sign of God’s providential love.
The miraculous feeding with a few fish and loaves is the only miracle –
other than the resurrection of Jesus – that appears in all four gospels. In fact, it appears six times, for both
Matthew and Mark relate two versions of this story.
In the parable of the sheep
and the goats, the first of the works of mercy which the Son of Man considers a
marker of those who were to be admitted to the kingdom was, “I was hungry and
you gave me food.” (Mt 25:35)
As we see in today’s
passage from Isaiah (Is 26:6-10), heaven itself was often imaged as a great and
bountiful feast of food and wine. Jesus
uses this same imagery in several of his parables.
In an economy of subsistence
agriculture, desperate, life-threatening hunger is just one bad harvest
away. Virtually everyone in Jesus’ day –
as is true in many places of the world today – would have known times of
extreme hunger. Thus, the presence of
food was an occasion to give great thanks and praise to God.
For me, not so much. Like the air that I breathe, food is just
there. I’ve always known that the next
meal is only hours away; snacks are even closer! In some sense, I take food for granted. And this is my great loss.
For whenever I take
something for granted, I begin to think that it is my right to have it. I deserve it.
I’ve earned it by my hard work or my goodness. Ultimately, this becomes true of everything
that comes my way. I deserve the good
food, the big house, the fancy car, the warm clothes, and all the comforts of
life. And if I feel that I deserve
everything I have, why should I be grateful?
Who would I need to thank?
When I am completely lost
in this world of ingratitude, I find that I even take my life for granted. I wake up in the morning and immediately
start thinking of all the things I must do, the people I must see, and the
places I must go. I’ve taken for
granted, of course, that the day would be there, and that I would wake up to
live this day to see to my oh-most-important tasks. I have taken my life for granted.
My ungrateful world, while
seeming at most times to be a most warm and pleasurable place, is actually cold
and ugly, for at its center is a stony heart, shut off from the love of God.
When someone threatens what
I take for granted as my just desserts, I become indignant and angry. I strike out at those who threaten me or take
what is mine. And yet I am never
satisfied with what is mine, for I see others who have even more. Why is this more not also my rightful
due? I become grasping and greedy as I
crave to have the things that others have, the things that I don’t have, yet
must have.
Advent is a season to
reawaken my heart to God’s great love, to break the chains of ingratitude which
bind my heart in selfishness and greed.
Advent prepares us to
celebrate the greatest gift we could possibly receive, a greater gift than life
itself. In a few short weeks, we will
celebrate the gift of salvation, of God-become-man, God sharing our humanity
that we may share God’s divinity. We
could not have done this by ourselves, and we did not do anything to deserve
this wonder, for this gift was tendered “while we were still sinners.” (Rom 5:8).
It is a gift of unimaginable, unlimited, unconditional love.
Opened up by gratitude, we
become more aware of this great love God has for us. A virtuous cycle ensues.
Aware of God’s great love,
we begin to see our very life as a gift from God, an occasion for thanks and
praise. We begin to see our possessions
as precious not because they are our right, or because they make our life more
pleasant or easy, but precious because they are gifts from our all-loving God,
the source of all happiness, the source of all joy.
As we begin to see our
lives and our possessions as precious gifts, gifts which God continues to
provide each and every day – the day itself being God’s gift – we become
generous in sharing these gifts with others, serving Christ who comes to us
each day in the guise of one of his children in need.
In sharing God’s love
today, we prepare ourselves to receive the culmination of God’s gift, the promised
final coming of Jesus, bringing the fullness of God’s kingdom to earth.
This time of year, we often
wish people a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. We don’t seem to have a similarly apt
adjective for Advent. Here is my
thought.
Have a most grateful
Advent.
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