Non coerceri a maximo,
contineri tamen a minimo
This ancient verse from an anonymous young Jesuit could be translated:
Not to be constrained by the greatest,
To be contained by the smallest,
this is God’s own
Advent calls us to await filled with hope; over the centuries men have walked tirelessly looking for that place to feel at home, countless nights they have stayed awake searching for that light that could brighten their days, they have raised loud cries to the sky trusting in an answer, they have dug to the boundaries of the soul, wholeheartedly they have searched within themselves to meet Someone. The man felt called out of himself, as a restless wayfarer, to meet Who had always been waiting for him. In our desire to meet him fails to constrain us the greatest.
Advent calls us to await filled with praise; so many moments of our days, so many things of our daily life, so many acts of our relationships pass fragile, humble, ordinary and even dull. Yet in our lives we have those special moments, those dear objects, those meaningful acts that often come to us unexpectedly, suddenly. When we tell them to others, full of memories and emotions, they listen to us, carried by our warmth, but can they fully understand why that afternoon in the mountains, that worn-out shirt, that tear lit up our existence? Maybe not, but they too have a precious fragment and they too can figure that joy. To find Him the smallest is enough for us.
In his life as a pilgrim and as a companion of Jesus, saint father Ignatius learned to contemplate the revelation of God in human and earthly realities. In the last leg of his journey, whenever he wanted to find God, he found Him.
Christmas, God who chooses to become man, gives us a chance to contemplate these realities: in the upheavals of history, in the vastness of geography, the Spirit descends, delicate and full of affection, on the womb of a young girl. In a marginal village of Galilee, the Lord, the God of the Universe, the Awaited for the centuries, became a tiny embryo of human flesh.
In these days of Advent, let, in peace and silence, grow within us the promise of love and of a new life.
And the Word was made flesh,
and dwelt among us,
(and we beheld his glory,
the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,)
full of grace and truth. (Jn 1, 14)