Today is the first Sunday in Advent. For many, this time of the year is a time of both joy and sorrow. I remember the lighting of one of the Advent candles last year at my son's wedding. My mother's funeral had been the day before. How my mother would have loved to have been with us at the wedding! She was 90 years old when she died, had been living alone in her own home, driving her car and taking care of herself. She died on the eve of the Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Our Lady became my mother more so that night in my motherlessness. I marvel at God's goodness to my mother in her life and in her death. I marvel at his divine timing last December and his mercy which moved us through a valley of tears into celebration and gratitude.
The beautiful Advent meditation, posted below, is by a Poor Clare Nun with a Poor Clare Colettine Community. She speaks to us about this time of joy commingled with sorrow.
RIP: Joe Zepf
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The other day I happened to see that Joseph R. Zepf had passed away at the
age of ninety-nine. He was the best spiritual director I have ever had. He
was...
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