Longing for God and Something Familiar in Advent
As if on cue, every second Sunday of Advent my husband and I get into an argument about the correct type of lights to hang in order to welcome baby Jesus, the incarnate God, into the world.
As if on cue, every second Sunday of Advent my husband and I get into an argument about the correct type of lights to hang in order to welcome baby Jesus, the incarnate God, into the world.
I recently had a literal “come to Jesus” moment while saying goodbye to a fellow parishioner leaving our Sunday service.
Our students at The Episcopal Academy know about waiting.
In an Episcopal Mission Church in the mountains, Father Joe staunchly said: not one bit of Christmas until the Christ Child is placed in the manger.
I typically welcome the shorter days that accompany the season of Advent. Less daylight should theoretically translate to fewer distractions and more snuggling on the couch, under fleece blankets with warm cups in hand.
As a child, unwrapping the nativity set was one of my favorite aspects of decorating for Christmas.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m nervous about Advent.
When we offer nighttime prayers at our house, we always include a section of ‘thank you, God’.
Halloween isn’t about a godless world ruled by evil and dark spiritual forces. It’s precisely the opposite.