I love Monday’s when we are in a normal rhythm which means, I don’t have to go into work unless I want to. Then, I am able to go when I want to. It is a good thing. But I also like it because generally we are all up and ready for our work week. Not so much with bright shining faces, after all, I do have teenagers, but we are up. The house is usually a mess of sorts despite a cleaning on Saturday. So I am generally in a good frame of mind to make sense of my world on a Monday.This morning, I woke up with another feeling to start over. I think that is what Monday means to me; to start over. There is hope that I can make some progress in whatever I am working on. So too with Advent. Perhaps in this season, I can make some progress in what I am working on. Perhaps I can get a little deeper into the mystery of my faith. Where Lent calls me to penance, Advent calls me to believe. It whispers, ever so quietly with the lighting of a candle, to focus on what it may be that keeps me from a deeper and more authentic relationship with Christ. In a season rife with distraction the candle focuses me on what is real in my world; light. Or, more plainly, the Light of the World. There in the symbol of light is the relationship that waits for me to be willing and ready. But I have to be willing to focus.