So, we’ve returned to the season of Advent, and once again I find myself puzzling over the same old questions. Advent is surely the most problematic season of the liturgical year. Good Catholics know, of course, that it is a penitential season. It is a time for discipline, for special penances, and for reflection on one’s own emptiness and on how desperately we are in need of the coming Lord. “O come, o come, Emmanuel!” should be the cry of the Advent season, and cultivating this feeling requires the kind of asceticism and penitential spirit that more famously characterizes Lent. True, it is appropriate that Advent should be milder. In Lent we trace Our Lord’s footsteps to the cross and humanity’s darkest hour, but in Advent we anticipate no such horror. Nevertheless, the Church in her wisdom knows that we humans, frail creatures that we are, will not properly appreciate the beauty of the dawn unless we have also sat through the darkest, coldest hour that comes right before. This must be the time when we, like the maidens of the Gospel story, sit in waiting for the Bridegroom.

St. Louis-Marie de Montfort,
Pope St. Pius X,
St. Joseph,
St. Ambrose of Milan,
St. Thomas Aquinas,
St. Francis (and St. Clare),
St. Catherine of Siena,
St. Alphonsus Ligouri,
St. John Chrysostom,