Advent once imagined a season of hope.
Advent once foreshadowed a season in which we replace the tragedy of today with the hope of the Day, yet to come.
Advent once envisioned a season in which holy light celebrated the declension of all that’s dark.
Advent – at one time – celebrated the cessation and fulfillment of all desire!
While the Advent season has become – for many today – a season as haunting as it is holy, for most it’s neither haunting nor holy. We are blissfully unaware of the holiness or grandeur that once marked this season of waiting and watching. Indeed, most of us live somewhere in between; impervious to the joys afforded and calloused to the pains exploited by the Advent season.
It seems these days that we are hell-bent on sacrificing the holy and suppressing the haunting.
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