The God of Light, of Love
John, for me, is the apostle of light, the apostle who shines the light on the true nature of our God and our Lord and Savior.
John, for me, is the apostle of light, the apostle who shines the light on the true nature of our God and our Lord and Savior.
Worship has been much on my mind recently, not necessarily the liturgy or the music or whether to be online or in person for Christmas services, but mostly I’ve been pondering the innate human need to worship, and its various manifestations.
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.