In the Chapel of the Cross, at the corner of Mannsdale and Gluckstadt Roads, in the center of Madison County, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers.
Every year we are in search of the perfect Christmas. We fill our lives with lights, decorations, parties, gifts, food, family and friends to help us achieve the perfect Christmas. Yesterday, Matthew reminded us that the first Christmas was anything, but perfect. It was a scandal, it was life-threatening, it was lonely, it was anxious, it was despondent, it was oppressive.
Our Advent calendar instructs us to, “slow down. Quiet. It’s Advent.” But when we do slow down, and if we do find some quiet, what do we do? We can consider how our journey has encountered God. We can pray about how we are called to live in this place as well as herald God’s Kingdom.