Someone recently called me a strange bird. When I was younger, this would have thrown me into throes of self-doubt, but now I laugh. Mostly.
The incarnation. Advent is a celebration of the incarnation, of God who became human flesh in Jesus Christ.
Contemplation has been described to me as a long, loving look at the real. In my spiritual-direction training, I get to do a good bit of this.
Growing up in a Christian -family in Indonesia, a Muslim-majority country, I didn’t often see Christmas decorations except in church.
Is your church inclusive? Does it hold high expectations for its people? Is it possible to do both? Mark D. -Baker argues that it is.
Advent can sneak up on you. It is also a lot of work. But, as the season approaches, I get excited. This excitement is born out of the reminders Advent brings.
When the covid lockdown happened, we were shocked to find ourselves stuck in our houses. But honestly, we’ve been moving toward a more homebound existence for years now, decades really.
