
Advent: Hope, Justice, and Repentance
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Advent speaks in a double register: it sings of radiant hope and it sounds a sober alarm. Today’s readings hold those two notes together. Isaiah promises a world healed from its violence; the psalm dreams of justice flowering like a perennial spring; Paul urges a community frayed by differences to sing with one voice; and John the Baptist arrives, fierce and tender, cutting through our excuses with a single word: repent. Between promise and urgency, Advent asks us to make room; real room; for the One who comes.
A Shoot from the Stump: Hope After the Cut
Isaiah imagines a “shoot” from the stump of Jesse. The image is bracing. Something has been cut down; dynasty, dream, confidence; and yet life stubbornly returns. Many know that landscape: the job that ended, the friendship that fractured, the diagnosis that reduced life to hard edges. The Gospel does not deny the stump; it promises the shoot.
Upon this anointed One rests the Spirit of wisdom, understanding, counsel, strength, knowledge, and holy fear. Notice the sequence: this ruler does not govern by optics or hearsay but by truth, especially for the poor and afflicted. Advent invites a prayer as practical as it is bold: “Lord, grow in me what has withered; teach me to see as you see.” The peace Isaiah sketches; the wolf and the lamb sharing pasture; is not naïve sentimentality. It is the fruit of justice: relationships and systems reordered by God’s truth until harm gives way to harmony. If the vision feels impossible, that’s precisely why it is divine. Our call is to clear space so the shoot can take root in us.
Justice That Blossoms, Peace That Endures
Psalm 72 pictures a king whose first instinct is toward the lowly: he hears the cry of the poor and rescues those with no helper. Advent piety without Advent justice is an ornament without a tree. In a world where headlines normalize war, exploitation, and contempt, the Christian imagination refuses resignation. To “prepare the way” is to become; personally and publicly; the kind of people through whom God’s justice can take flesh.
Some concrete ways the psalm can become muscle memory:
- Budget for mercy: set aside something each week for those in need; let generosity interrupt convenience.
- Learn a name: befriend one person who stands at the margins; an isolated neighbor, a newcomer, a co-worker others overlook.
- Advocate with gentleness: write, vote, and work for policies that shelter the vulnerable, remembering that peace is the child of justice, not of indifference.
Welcomed to Welcome: Harmony as Witness
Paul tells a divided community that Scripture was written to give endurance and encouragement so that believers might “think in harmony” and glorify God “with one voice.” Harmony isn’t sameness. It is many notes tuned to one center. For the early Church, that meant Jews and Gentiles discovering that God’s promises embrace both covenant fidelity and surprising mercy.
Today, the call is no less urgent. The baptized do not have to think alike to love alike. Advent hospitality means more than a tidy table; it means an interior spaciousness that makes room for those who do not fit our preferred categories. The test of Christian maturity is not winning arguments but welcoming as Christ welcomed us; truthfully, patiently, joyfully; so that God is glorified.
Repentance with Evidence: Going to the Roots
John the Baptist’s desert sermon is startling because it is merciful. He refuses to let listeners hide behind lineage or labels: do not say, “We have Abraham as our father.” In our idiom: do not say, “I’m Catholic,” “I’m on the right side,” “I have the right posts,” as if affiliations could substitute for conversion. “Produce good fruit,” John demands; evidence that hearts have turned and lives have changed.
The ax “at the root” of the trees is not a threat aimed only outward; it is an invitation to deal with causes, not symptoms. Advent repentance looks like:
- Naming the root: not only “I lose my temper,” but “I cling to control because I fear being unseen.”
- Choosing restitution: apologizing without defensiveness, repairing what can be repaired.
- Simplifying desire: fasting from the noise that keeps us from hearing God; doomscrolling, constant comparison, the compulsion to comment.
- Returning to sacramental mercy: going to Confession with specificity and hope, entrusting the roots to the divine Gardener.
Fire That Purifies, Not Consumes
John promises One who will baptize “with the Holy Spirit and fire.” The winnowing fan does not only separate people from one another; it also separates within each heart what is wheat and what is chaff. The Spirit’s fire is not the blaze of outrage but the steady flame of love that clarifies and refines.
A brief Advent practice:
- Each evening, ask: What today was wheat; what carried the weight of love? What was chaff; self-promotion, cynicism, contempt?
- Offer both to God. Keep the wheat with gratitude. Hand the chaff to the Fire who does not shame but transfigures.
- Pray simply: “Come, Holy Spirit. Burn away what cannot love. Strengthen what can.”
Straight Paths in a Crooked Age
To make “straight paths” for the Lord is to remove what trips love. The culture prizes speed, spectacle, and certainty; Advent prefers truth, smallness, and surrender. One does not build a highway in a day. But each small faithfulness levels pride’s hills and fills despair’s valleys:
- Ten minutes of quiet with the day’s Gospel.
- One reconciliation sought before Christmas.
- A budgeted gift to someone who cannot repay.
- A concrete ecological care for creation.
- A scheduled confession, on the calendar like any other serious appointment.
Isaiah’s shoot, the psalm’s justice, Paul’s harmony, and John’s urgency meet in a single Person drawing near. The world is not yet the peaceable mountain, but the King has come and comes still. Advent is our answer to His nearness. May our lives; cleared, kindled, and aligned; become a signal for the nations, a small but real proof that hope has roots.