Today is the first day of my blog. My daughter who is a specialist in social media says that this is where it’s at for building community (not her words, my interpretation). After jumping onto many blogs as a result of looking for community around fibers and fabric (e.g. quilting, needlework, knitting, etc.) when I couldn’t find that community in my community, I decided it was time to start my own blog. I’m not sure about putting myself out there like this, but I do love to write and most of the time I journal daily (although I’ve recently been taking a break). I’m going to use this blog to keep myself accountable and on-track on creative things, mostly fiber related, but expect I will often stray into other areas. Being a theologian, I can’t help it.
Yesterday was the first day of Advent, and so I’ve chosen this time to start my blog. Advent is (or should be) a time of standing on tiptoe expectation. That anticipation has been woefully replaced by waiting for Santa Claus to come, waiting in line at the shopping mall, and waiting for the bills to arrive in the mail. But Advent is really about waiting for God—and God’s amazing justice that is just so grace-filled.
Several years ago I designed and made a clergy stole entitled Magnificat: The Advent of God’s Justice. I wear it during the Advent season and it reminds me of how often it is the women in our world who do not receive, but work and wait expectantly for justice. The stole depicts Mary from The Gospel of Luke and Hannah from 1 Samuel. They are the white star flowers. They are vining up through bands of deep violet, burgundy, and beige/gold. Those bands represent the women of El Salvador, especially the COMADRES (the Mothers of the Disappeared) whose leaders I met in 1996. Violet represents their tears, burgundy the blood shed by so many of them and their families during the civil war there, and the beige/gold represents the land of El Salvador that is so beautiful and from which so many of these women and their loved ones were pushed. We are all connected.
There’s a lot of other symbolism in the stole, but I’ll leave it at that for today.