What are you Waiting For: Advent 07

What are you Waiting For?
words, story, music and interactive stations for Christmas alterntatives
While you Wait !

WELCOME…to this reflective space curated by Seeds for Advent 2007. Seeds describes the types of conversation, relational connections, and commitments that have emerged out of the life of Urban Seed, which began as an ecumenical ministry of hospitality, education and advocacy in the heart of Melbourne.
Seeds now finds expression in groups of people who seek to Know the Word , Grow Home and Go Engage in various neighbourhoods around Victoria.
We value worship that is participatory, supportive of creativity, not afraid of questions and connected to the realities of our lives.

This reflective space takes the form of an Advent wreath. As such it involves five stations that are based around the traditional Advent candle themes of Hope, Peace, Joy, Love, and Christ. After introductory readings at each station you will be invited to interact with the space.
You can move to all the stations , or stay at one. You are welcome to use the time to simply sit quietly and listen to the music. If the communion (the ritualized meal used to remember and participate in Christ’s death) at the central ‘Christ’ station is not according to your tradition or belief there is no expectation or obligation to participate but all are welcome to do so whatever your understanding.

Please respect the silence of other people.

Once the music stops a Closing ritual will be said marking the end of our gathering. Tea and coffee will be served in another room but feel free to remain and reflect in this space if you wish.

We acknowledge that we gather on the land of which the people have been custodians from time immemorial. We honour this history and commit ourselves to care for the land with them. May our worship and our service be work for reconciliation with people and with our God.

(We say together…)Jesus, light of the world, we confess that you are here. Shine your light into the hidden places of our lives, and bring warmth to the cold places of our hearts. Amen. (silence while a candle is lit)

The four Sunday Period before Christmas Day. It marks the start of the Christian year and is traditionally used by the church around the world to reflect on the coming of Christ. Advent– means ‘To reach for’, ‘to arrive” – and has to do with waiting, hopeful expectation and looking forward. Advent is the time Christians look forward—to celebrating the birth of Christ and also, ultimately, to the return of Christ.

One of the traditions of the Christian church leading up to Christmas is that of the Advent Wreath. Its origins are found pre-Christian Germanic peoples who gathered wreaths of evergreen and lighted fires as signs of hope in a coming spring and renewed light . The church adapted the tradition of lighting a candle in the wreath each Advent Sunday in order to reflect upon this aspect of the meaning of Christmas and the coming of the “Light of the World”

Annette Buckley from the Seeds: city mob said in 2006;

As I looked at Advent Wreath last year, it struck me that it was very ‘Northern Hemisphere’. The coming of light in the darkness is very appropriate when you are going into midwinter, and the days are getting shorter. But here in this part of Australia, I thought it would be good to think of Advent in terms of what we long and hope for most at this time of year – water! From a cool drink to a drenching summer storm, to protection from bushfires, water is, for me, the symbol of what we most need at this time of year.

In our land. we have a strange relationship with water.

Most of us, or our forebears, came across the sea to live here. Sent by the powers that be, or setting out with hope for a better future, or fleeing in desperation to escape tyranny – water has been a boundary to cross to get to the promised land or to separate us forever from home.

Most of us cling to the edges of our vast continent, our settlement dictated by where water could be found, for a long time defining ourselves as beach-loving bronzed ANZACS, or gritty denizens of The Bush, eking out a living at the mercy of droughts and flooding rains.

Sometimes, there is too much of the stuff. The Wet brings drenching rains to the north – creeks and rivers calm and tame for much of the time become wild and treacherous. Even in the cities, flash floods occasionally sweep away our carefully built notions that we are masters of our destiny.

But here in this part of the world at this time, we need water. We quiver on the brink of the bushfire season, knowing that much of our state is tinder-dry. We see the images of cracked, dusty farmlands, of almost empty reservoirs, of country towns shipping water in. And we wait, and wait, and wait…………for rain.

And so instead of lighting Advent candles, we pour water.

The Ancient Western church devised a rhythmic cycle for the celebration of Christ’s incarnation of which the centre was the time of Advent. By fasting and abstaining from public festivities, Christians were to prepare for the holy day by being drawn into the sense of longing for Messiah’s coming felt by generations of God’s people.

Hear this hope in the vision of the ancient Hebrew prophet:

The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—
on them light has shined.
3You have multiplied the nation,
you have increased its joy;
they rejoice before you
as with joy at the harvest,
as people exult when dividing plunder.
4For the yoke of their burden,
and the bar across their shoulders,
the rod of their oppressor,
you have broken as on the day of Midian.
5For all the boots of the tramping warriors
and all the garments rolled in blood
shall be burned as fuel for the fire.
6For a child has been born for us,
a son given to us;
authority rests upon his shoulders;
and he is named
Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7His authority shall grow continually,
and there shall be endless peace
for the throne of David and his kingdom.
He will establish and uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
from this time onwards and for evermore.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.
Isaiah 9:2-7

We wait as Israel waited. stranded, scattered, exiled, shamed.
Wait with the poor and captive, wait with the lost and lamed.
God we wait as prisoners wait for words to set them free.
For glimpses of your kingdom in the midst of the debris. We wait like weary travellers, sitting at the station.
Not knowing if our train of thought is hope or expectation.
This Advent time we wait, and hope, that just as God was found on earth,
so all that we’ve been longing for and waiting for shall come to birth.

Adapted by Marcus Curnow from Brenda Stone. (Ciytside Baptist, Auckland)

Wreath Pouring

As we pour the water for our Advent wreath we remember our deep thirst for hope.

Hope which revives us like that first icy cold drink of water gulped down from the fridge when you’ve trudged home from school on a 36 degree day.

Hope which transforms us, like drought-breaking rain on parched land.

Hope which carries us forward in its mystery, as the endless waves which connect us to the rest of the world.

Reflection/ Action:
Sit at the tram stop and consider what it is you hope for most this Christmas time. How do you find the hope you need to live?
What is the difference between maintaining high hope and imposing unrealistic or burdensome expectations upon yourself and others?
Graffiti your hopes, prayers or questions on the tram stop


We know the story God, the shepherds and the angels say ‘Peace on Earth’. But on the news tonight another bomb and lying words to mask the blame. While on the street and in our homes voices are raised in hate—a bottle smashed, the glint of knives. We want to help, but in the treadmill of our days there is not even time to calm the noise inside our heads. May the “Prince of Peace” draw near to us so that we may draw near to one another.

A shoot shall come out from the stock of Jesse,
and a branch shall grow out of his roots.
2The spirit of the Lord shall rest on him,
the spirit of wisdom and understanding,
the spirit of counsel and might,
the spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord.
3His delight shall be in the fear of the Lord.
He shall not judge by what his eyes see,
or decide by what his ears hear;
4but with righteousness he shall judge the poor,
and decide with equity for the meek of the earth;
he shall strike the earth with the rod of his mouth,
and with the breath of his lips he shall kill the wicked.
5Righteousness shall be the belt around his waist,
and faithfulness the belt around his loins.
6The wolf shall live with the lamb,
the leopard shall lie down with the kid,
the calf and the lion and the fatling together,
and a little child shall lead them. I
Isaiah 11:1-6

Wreath Pouring

As we pour the water for our Advent wreath we remember our deep thirst for peace:

The peace of a long soak in a hot tub after a hard day’s work.

The peace of steam rising around a home saved by the sweat and sacrifice of a community of firefighters and their supporters.

The peace of a spring mountain stream fed by the long anticipated thaw of winter snow.

Peace as deep and mysterious and teeming with life as the vast oceans.


The lyric of Sinead O’Connor’s song “Jeremiah (Something Beautiful) speaks of someone needing to “steal” or “set free” a bible from a church on a ‘chronic Christmas Eve.’ Upon reading the thief receives the lament of God received by the prophet about settling for a false or superficial peace.

In what ways do you experience peace.? In what ways does the personal, social or global peace you have settled for remain superficial? What would it take for you to experience peace more deeply this Christmas?

Consider images of the Credo Cross, an icon of the Seeds:city mob and the work of Urban Seed. It has often been taken to public events as a instrument of peace. Where could you put your own body as an instrument of peace?

Light a candle for peace amidst the barbed wire. Read the poem by Catholic Peace activist , Rose Marie Berger or the prayer of St. Francis.

Joy to the World! The EFTPOS handset beeps among the tinsel, lights and shoppers shoulder-jostling, purchasing the Ghost of Christmas Past. In an environment where the right gifts at the right prices means that we can “Give like Santa and Save like Scrooge”, what are you waiting for? Why wait at all, when you can have it all now!

In a fast-food world, we have become so eager to get to Christmas that we bypass Advent. Fasting is replaced by feasting at endless Christmas parties. Waiting is replaced by instant gratification. Rather than savouring the plaintive mood of “O Come, O Come Emmanuel,” we immediately want to hear a robust version of “Joy to the World, the Lord is Come!”

Any sense of heart-felt joyous celebration is easily diminished.
By the time Christmas Day actually comes we are exhausted. Forget the twelve days of Christmas and Epiphany. By Boxing Day we are done, packed up and off to the beach.

Can we truly sing ‘Joy to the World” unless we wait? Unless like God’s ancient people we have thoroughly rehearsed “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.?”

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad,
the desert shall rejoice and blossom;
like the crocus 2it shall blossom abundantly,
and rejoice with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it,
the majesty of Carmel and Sharon.
They shall see the glory of the Lord,
the majesty of our God.
Strengthen the weak hands,
and make firm the feeble knees.
4Say to those who are of a fearful heart,
‘Be strong, do not fear!
Here is your God.
He will come with vengeance,
with terrible recompense.
He will come and save you.’
5Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
6then the lame shall leap like a deer,
and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;
7the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp,*
the grass shall become reeds and rushes.
8A highway shall be there,
and it shall be called the Holy Way;
the unclean shall not travel on it,*
but it shall be for God’s people;*
no traveler, not even fools, shall go astray.
9No lion shall be there,
nor shall any ravenous beast come up on it;
they shall not be found there,
but the redeemed shall walk there.
10And the ransomed of the Lord shall return,
and come to Zion with singing;
everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;
they shall obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Isaiah 35

In vain we seek the Christmas spirit lurking in a cup of punch, the parties and the smell of pine. True Christmas Joy is found packaged in swaddling rags and held within the gaze of two new parents marvelling at the life new born before them. How often joy enters our lives when we least expect it. In the midst of sorrow , or pain, or everydayness, joy may suddenly come to us. This Advent, whatever our circumstances, let there be moments of true joy as we embrace the presence of Christ in our World.

Wreath Pouring

As we pour the water for our Advent wreath we remember our deep thirst for joy.

Joy which soaks into us and makes our world stand still, like a sudden summer downpour.

Joy which makes our soul dance like kids under a sprinkler on the lawn.

Joy which becomes the centre of our life with others like the water boiling in the kettle for a cup of coffee with friends.

Reflection/ Action:

What is it that brings you joy?

Decorate the Christmas tree as an expression of joy and what it is you are waiting for this Christmas.

Consider giving that creates true joy for poor communities around the world through TEAR Australia’s “Arguably The Worlds Most Useful Gift Catalogue.”

For God so loves the world God comes to us.

Sleeping Bag by Steve Collins

Jesus is in the sleeping bag
Stopping over
He comes around any time he likes
Right time, wrong time
He don’t mind
Foxes have holes, birds have nests
But the son of man has the sofa
He’s poking around the fridge
Which needs defrosting
Old sins stuck in the icebox
Fruit gone bad
Leftovers still left over
He throws them out
I guess I should clean up but I never get much warning
It’s embarrassing
But I’d still rather he came
We sit up late talking
Where we’ve been
And where we’re going next
He’s already bought the tickets
All I have to do is get time off work
Goodnight rustle in the corner
The room feels warmer
with him in it.

Christmas is the miracle of God’s love made flesh among us.
The message of Christmas is God’s great love for the world. This Advent let us make room for unsettling arrival of God’s love, in our hearts, in our homes, in our relationships together. Immanuel shall come and dwell with us….even if it means crashing on the couch…or in a manger.

Sing aloud, O daughter Zion;
shout, O Israel!
Rejoice and exult with all your heart,
O daughter Jerusalem!
15The Lord has taken away the judgements against you,
he has turned away your enemies.
The king of Israel, the Lord, is in your midst;
you shall fear disaster no more.
16On that day it shall be said to Jerusalem:
Do not fear, O Zion;
do not let your hands grow weak.
17The Lord, your God, is in your midst,
a warrior who gives victory;
he will rejoice over you with gladness,
he will renew you in his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing
18 as on a day of festival.
I will remove disaster from you,
so that you will not bear reproach for it.
19I will deal with all your oppressors
at that time.
And I will save the lame
and gather the outcast,
and I will change their shame into praise
and renown in all the earth.
Zephaniah 3:14-19

Wreath Pouring

As we pour the water for our Advent wreath we remember our deep thirst for love.

A tsunami wave of love, overpowering, all-enveloping, overwhelming, sweeping all up before it and changing the landscape forever.

Love which has the patience to seep into us, one drop at a time over aeons, forming stalagmites of beauty in the darkest places.

Love which holds us with the silent ethereal mystery of mist on a mountain top

Action / Reflection:

As you wait in the lounge space take time to recognise that you are loved and are surrounded by the love that created the universe. Consider the theme of love as you view Advent in Art Cards on the Coffee table.

What are you waiting for?

Write an Advent in Art Card to someone who needs to know this love this Christmas.


What are you waiting for?:
An Advent reflection by Kate Allen and Marcus Curnow (Urban Seed, 2005)

It was the first week of Advent 2005. I was living as part of the Urban Seed residential community in the heart of central Melbourne.
I attended the Amnesty International Candlelight Vigil at the Alexandra Gardens for the condemned Australian Van Nguyen. Having acted as a drug mule in order to pay the debts of his brother, he had been captured and sentenced to death in Singapore. Over three years the case had sparked the usual polarised debate about the death penalty. Having exhausted official appeals and in spite of pleas for clemency, he was to be executed the next morning by the Singaporean Government.
I carried with me to the vigil a heavy wooden cross. The Credo Cross was built by a member of our community the day we heard that one of our close friends, a key volunteer at our open lunch for disadvantaged people, had been found dead from a drug overdose in a laneway close to our home. As most from our households gathered and mourned in silence that day, all that could be heard from our apartments was the sound of banging from the fire escape as the commemorative cross was constructed..
(hammer on cross)
Since that time, it has become an icon for our community, a symbol to cling to, a trusted companion when the pain of the world falls upon us like a hammer. We use it regularly during our prayers and worship gatherings, at weddings and at funerals. We take it with us when we attend the various protests and vigils that regularly take place in the centre of the city.
And so it was with me this night. I held it for Van. The vigil was quiet but moving. We lit our candles and made our prayers for a stay of execution and for the life and souls of the condemned, the condemners and ourselves. At its conclusion I headed home.
Carrying the cross upon my shoulder, I was walking past Flinders Street Station when a group of people carrying a video camera thrust a microphone in my face.
“What does Christmas mean to you?” they asked
I supposed that they must have been Christians, looking for “vox pop” responses, perhaps for some sort of Christmas presentation.
“What does Christmas mean to you?”
“Well…” I started, a little surprised by the interruption. (It can be hard to think on your feet, especially when you’re carrying a cross through a crowded city!)
“You might notice I’m carrying a cross.” I continued…. “You see, I am a Christian and it is because of this that I’ve been to the vigil for Van Nguyen, who is to be executed tomorrow.”
I spoke of my opposition to the death penalty. I spoke of how Jesus was also victim of a state execution but that through his example of nonviolent love he showed a way of life that triumphs over death. That this demonstrated that sometimes power could be weak and that what seems weak can be the most powerful force in the world. “And so”, I concluded, “I guess I believe in a world of grace, not the cold, hard, hand of the law.”
“Errr OK!”…..the interviewer looked a little confused. “That’s good; but what would you say Christmas means to you?”
There we both stood.
Me, with a cross upon my shoulder, waiting for him to comprehend.
Him, with a camera on his, waiting for an answer he wanted to hear.
It’s Advent again…..what are you waiting for?

Wreath Pouring

As we complete our watery Advent wreath , we remember Jesus, who said he was the living water for which we would thirst no more.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
3 he restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths
for his name’s sake.
4Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—
they comfort me.
5You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Psalm 23

Action / Reflection

You are invited to eat bread and drink the water from the manger, the place where God made flesh was laid.

We use water for our common cup because of its inclusivity. It makes up 70% of each of our bodies. We each need it. It is used as a symbol if life and death throughout the Hebrew/Christian scriptures.

Bread and water also reminds us of the staple rations of many who are imprisoned around the world.

Remember those who are imprisoned or on death row, waiting for a pardon or waiting to die.

Read the Amnesty international Literature and offer a prayer.

The Eucharist remembers the connection of life and death. Through his ordeal Van Nguyen reconnected with the Catholic faith of his childhood. He walked unbound to his execution, with confidence in the resurrection reciting the 23rd Psalm.

Those who would seek to “Put Christ back into X-mas” fail to understand the incarnation. Christ comes to us whether we like it or not, whether we recognise it or not. So often how Christ comes to us; What Christ offers us and our world comes as a surprise, subverting our expectation.

At his birth, in life, at his last meal, at his death and resurrection Jesus comes to us as the answer we least expect., challenging what we thought we were waiting for.

Eat and drink in this mystery.

Peace on Earth: U2
Album: All That You Cant Leave Behind, 2000

Heaven on Earth, we need it now
I’m sick of all of this hanging around
Sick of sorrow, sick of the pain
I’m sick of hearing again and again
That there’s gonna be peace on Earth
Where I grew up there weren’t many trees
Where there was we’d tear them down
And use them on our enemies
They say that what you mock
Will surely overtake you
And you become a monster
So the monster will not break you
And it’s already gone too far
You say that if you go in hard
You won’t get hurt
Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line
Peace on Earth
Tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on Earth
No whos or whys
No one cries like a mother cries
For peace on Earth
She never got to say goodbye
To see the colour in his eyes
Now he’s in the dirt
Peace on Earth
They’re reading names out over the radio
All the folks the rest of us won’t get to know
Sean and Julia, Gareth, Ann, and Breda
Their lives are bigger than any big idea
Jesus and the song you wrote
The words are sticking in my throat
Peace on Earth
Hear it every Christmas time
But hope and history won’t rhyme
So what’s it worth
This peace on Earth

Written about the Real IRA Omagh bombing in Northern Ireland in 1998. The song lists the names of people killed. Similarly, inspiration for the lyric, “She never got to say goodbye / To see the colour in his eye / Now he’s in the dirt” comes from the funeral of James Barker. The Irish Times quoted his mother as stating, “I never realised how green his eyes were.”

Jeremiah (Something Beautiful) : Sinead O’Connor,
Album: Theology, Dublin Session, 2007

I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Toward me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah but you know the soul and you know what makes it gold
You who give life through blood
Oh I wanna make something
So lovely for you
‘Cus I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the bible I stole
I know you forgave my soul
Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed that it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying “peace, peace”
When there’s no peace (2x)
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Oh in there want
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
” Theology is an attempt to create a place of peace in a time of war. It is my own personal response to what has taken and is affecting everyone around the world since and including September 11, 2001. I want to be very clear – there is no message. No preaching. Nothing deep and meaningful the artist wants to say, nothing trouble making. I simply wanted to make a beautiful thing, out of something beautiful, which inspires me.”
Sinead O’Connor

That Was the Worst Christmas Ever!: Sufjan Stevens
Songs for Christmas Vol 3., Ding! Dong! 2005

Going outside
Shoveling snow in the driveway
Taking our shoes
Riding a sled down the hill side
Hill side
Can you say what you want
Can you say what you want to be
Can you be what you want
Can you be what you are

Our father yells
Throwing the gifts in the wood stove
Wood stove
My sister runs away
Taking her books to the school yard
School yard

In time the snow will rise
In time the snow will rise
In time the Lord will rise
In time the Lord will rise

Silent night
Holy night
Silent night
Nothing feels right

True Love Waits: Radiohead
Live Album: I Might be Wrong, 1991

I’ll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I’ll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet
Just don’t leave
Don’t leave
I’m not living
I’m just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

In an interview about this song Thom Yorke suggested the image of “dressing like your niece” means to give up the ego & all the masks we put on in order to love. The reference to “lollipops & crisps” refers to a story in the UK where a young boys parents left him alone in the house for a week & that is what he survived on. It depicts the lover as entirely dependant upon finding scraps & small ways to hang on until the caregiver comes back.

The Rebel Jesus: Jackson Browne
Album: The Bell’s of Dublin, Chieftans

All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants’ windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
Will be gathering around the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for God’s graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by ‘the Prince of Peace’
And they call him by ‘the Savior’
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
And they fill his churches with their pride and gold
As their faith in him increases
But they’ve turned the nature that I worship in
From a temple to a robber’s den
In the words of the rebel Jesus
We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
But pardon me if I have seemed
To take the tone of judgement
For I’ve no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus


Come and be born in us

Jesus of Bethlehem and Nazareth and Calvary
We are expecting you tonight

Come and be born in us.

Jesus of the manger and inn
Workshop and temple
Lakeside and the city
Fireside and the roadside
We are expecting you tonight

Come and be born in us.

Jesus of Mary and Joseph
Shepherds and angels
Children and animals
Fishermen and priests
women and men disciples
Taxcollectors and prostitutes
Of all who will receive you
We are expecting you tonight

Come and be born in us.

Look and see
We have brought our bread and wine
to be your body for us.

Look and see
We have brought our flesh and blood
to be your body for you

Look and see
The same spirit which lived in your flesh
Is living in your people here

Look at us and let us look at you
And see you now
We are expecting you tonight

Come and be born in us

Doug Gay (Late Late Service)
Curated by Marcus Curnow. Seeds Footscray at Footscray Baptist Church and for Seeds Bendigo, Advent 2007.
Much of the Hope, Peace, Joy, Love reflections have been based on a candle lighting liturgy put together by Brenda Stone of Cityside Baptist, NZ. Obtained from Mark Pierson’s Fractals Worship Resource.


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