Blue Clergy Stole for Advent
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The book of Isaiah is filled with imagery from the prophets for Advent:
“The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing.” Isaiah 35;1-2
“A voice in the wilderness cries out: In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain. Then the glory of the Lord shall be revealed.” Isaiah 40;3-5.
We can all imagine a day in the Lord when even the dry, barren desert puts forth the glory of the blooming crocus, rock-solid mountains bow down in obedience and valleys raise up for joy and praise of God’s majesty. A high way for our Lord is in view. The prophets of old give us wonderful imagery to take us into the season of Advent when we wait with much anticipation for the coming of a Messiah. We wait with hope, joy, peace and mostly love, for the One who brought us a love which will not leave us, ever.
In this stole you will see all that I have described above: mountains, valleys, desert, and blooming crocus. All are building up the Chi Rho, the symbol in deep maroon for Jesus the Christ, whose birth we anticipate. This cross is dark, not clearly seen yet, as the birth is not yet at hand. The blues give us the feeling of a night or early morning waiting for the dawn, the brilliance of the sun, the son, around whom our lives should revolve. Yet, even in the dark, the mountains reflect the ambient light of the season, as snowy mountains at night do in the most glorious way.