Dreamer

Saturday of the Second Week of Advent

Weeping may spend the night,
but joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:6

My morning coffee arrives in a large mug, steaming and beautiful. The café is warm, full of people and good smells and Saturday morning bustle. I sit solitary in the midst of this community, happy for the company that others probably don’t realize they are providing.

My coffee also comes with a message; “Idealist” is scrawled across the mug. Of course I see this as a sign. In the midst of this Advent, in the midst of this cold December, in the midst of God’s people, I am invited to see myself as a dreamer.

My breakfast companions have no idea whether my road has been smooth or troubled, and I know nothing of their sorrows and struggles and triumphs. Yet for this moment we share the way, and I will dream of a baby being born in our midst, crying out with new life, as this unknowing crowd witnesses salvation.