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Waiting for God

Several days ago, I found a box taped up when we moved here seven years ago and never opened since. Amongst the knickknacks, costume jewelry, and small-appliance instructions I found there was this photo. Two friends hamming it up in over-the-top seasonal regalia sweaters … Continue reading

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Lessons and Carols

Advent 2011 Two long years ago, I wrote beneath my name inside the front cover of a newly acquired book the date when I started reading it, “Winter 2009.”  Sometime later I scribbled below the date a more revealing message: … Continue reading

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Our Hunger for God Is Too Small

Advent 2005 Just after matins one day in the early history of the church, a young postulant for holy orders sought out his spiritual mentor.  “When, Father, will God be ready to fill me?”  Father John took a length of … Continue reading

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Bring Me Back to You

Advent 2004 I have told the story of my first Advent experience so many times that it has gained mythic proportions—in my own mind at least.  The dates have been changed (but only slightly!), and other events from that first … Continue reading

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The Thing with Feathers

Advent 2003 Emily Dickinson tells us that “hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”  Let’s forget all about the image in our minds of … Continue reading

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A New Kind of Expectation

Advent 2002 I will admit from the start that I am a relative newcomer to Advent calendars. The church in which I was weaned did not observe the liturgical seasons.  I had to wait until I was over 40 to … Continue reading

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To Wait, to Hope, to Expect

When I was worshipping at St. Christopher’s, the scene of my first Advent and the cradle where my nascent faith was nourished, I lived according to the seasons of the liturgical calendar. Advent, the season when I discovered my home in the Anglican Communion, became … Continue reading

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Hope Is a Thing

Twenty years ago today, so the legend goes, the hopeless step-grandmother of a wild child saw a red sign on a gray door: “Enter Here in Peace.” Though the parlous state of her soul belied the mode of entry, she took … Continue reading

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