Advent is a story. Not just a story that happened but one that still happens. It’s a story of the divine breaking into humanity. It’s a story of how things are and the possibilities of what things can become.
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We often talk about Advent as a season of waiting for the light.But what if, while we were waiting, we learned to welcome the darkness?
What if we began to recognize the sacredness in our ordinary routines? To find that behind the garland-covered mantles, the overbaked sugar cookies, the elves on assorted shelves, and the inside family jokes was something deeply holy?
How many of us will tell the real story of Christmas this year? Not the one with the pastoral imagery of white-washed Nativities, but the one about the unlikely delivery of a child to an unwed couple in a filthy stable in a backwater town in a two-bit corner of the Roman empire?