I’m sure many of you have already sent out your highly-anticipated Advent cards, and received some from friends. You’ve probably heard more than once the classic “We Wish You A Merry Advent” ringing out.
that we call Advent.
#StirUpYourPower, Lord Christ, and…
But we don’t wait because we’re bored, or have nothing better to do. We’re not sitting in the theological waiting room. We wait expectantly. It’s a wait full of hope, even though our world might look or seem thoroughly hopeless
“The house lights go off and the footlights come on. Even the chattiest stop chattering as they wait in darkness for the curtain to rise. In the orchestra pit, the violin bows are poised. The conductor has raised the baton.
The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens. Advent is the name of that moment.
The one with the unwed pregnant teenager, the forced registration, and the homeless shepherds? Or the one with the refugee Jesus escaping a mass genocide?”