The season of advent is one that is very dear to me. From very early on, it was instilled in me that Christmas is about more than the gifts that we receive. We celebrate something more than an overweight man squeezing through chimneys to give good kids presents and bad ones coal. This holiday is about the coming of Jesus, and the season of advent reminds us that we must wait, we must anticipate his coming. Each candle of the advent wreath reminds us of that waiting, of what people for all of history have been longing for. I’ve always cherished the liturgy of lighting the candles, thinking about what those people of ancient history must have felt, and then looking forward to the coming of Christ, our Savior. All of that, however, feels and looks much different for me this year.
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