Advent is the season that Christians wait in expectation...for a Baby to be born amidst barn animals and for the victorious King to return in power. Somewhere between here and there, we rejoice that we have not been forgotten. God hears us, loves us, rescues us. This is actually my favorite season in the year of the Church. I know Easter is supposed to be. If it weren't for Easter, we would just be a hopeless, hot mess of sin, but there is something about the subtlety of Advent that grabs me. I think it is because, as the nights grow longer and the cold gets in my bones and the pressure of doing things "right" (right decorations, right present, dinner done right) increases, there is this Whisper that none of those things matter. The 400 years of God's silence were like a long, cold winter, but all the while God had a rescue in the works. This year I was thinking, if that Baby really was the Savior of the world, how could w...