If we take a step back and look at the fantasy stories that make up our era, we see a mosaic of the Gospel.
But what if the people who first compiled these stories into the scriptural canon were less concerned with historical fact than with relating more nuanced levels of meaning? What if stories like the Exodus, Jonah, and Ruth are really more legend than memoir?
Often, it seems our faith is motivated more by fear than by love. Fear of death, fear of the other, fear of the unknown. Fear of punishment. Fear of hell.
What if vulnerability is actually at the heart of what it means to be fully human? What if, without vulnerability, we are missing out on something that is at the core of our true essence?
As it happens, stories have immense power. And what we do with the power of our own stories in many ways defines who it is that we actually are.
Maybe consumer culture really has won Christmas. Or maybe we really can recapture that sense of excitement and anticipation as Advent unfolds.
Everyday sights, smells, and sounds that trigger something deep within us that foster a a rich sense of thankfulness in our very core.