A blind man and I were standing in the middle of an airport. ‘Just stand here’ I said taking him to a protected corner. I wanted to protect him from all the jostling. I then went off to buy my ticket and check departure times.
At one stage I looked back at him. He just stood there. People milled about him. A child stared at him. A porter drove his baggage cart around him. A newspaper boy couldn’t understand why he didn’t look at the paper he was waving under his nose. He just stood there. The shuffling feet around him, unknown voices – he just stood and waited for me to come back.
He waited patiently, completely content that I would come back. There was no shadow of a doubt on his face – instead there was an air of expectation about him. I would return and take him by the hand and lead him to his destination. As I marveled at him – looking carefully at his closed eyelids and calm demeanour – I though he is our model for Advent.
Story courtesy of Will Hoffsuemmer