We light the first candle as Advent dawns once again, and I find my heart with renewed hope and vigor. The winter is upon us, and I glance outside to lament the last vestiges of fall barely hanging on the withering branches of deciduous trees. This is when my life begins its seasonal descent into hibernation, or rather, isolation, and I dread it every year.
Yet Advent brings me back somehow. It is a season of intention, one that is meant to be celebrated in the thick of the hours of night that bleed into days, weeks, and months. For those of us who live in northern geographical areas, winter can be brutal and dangerous: icy roads, freezing fog, temperatures well below freezing.
Being a Christ-Bearer in Dark Times
Being a Christ-Bearer in Dark Times
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