As I grew up in the Church, my family celebrated Advent in the weeks leading up to Christmas day. We didn’t catapult from Thanksgiving right into Christmas, but anticipated Christmas, which deepened our understanding of its true meaning by nourishing our lives by faith in Christ—and that made all the difference.
For those of you who are having a hard time getting in the Christmas Spirit or finding joy in your daily life, I understand. I tenaciously pursue God’s joy but have been like a treasure hunter searching for treasure in North America while using a map of Asia. Suffice to say, it’s not working out for me.
I’m sure you’re familiar with homesickness. Perhaps you, like me, feel a little homesick right now. Perhaps you, like me, feel as if you’re never really home, no matter where you go, no matter where you live.
In virtue of the sweet Virgin’s sinless life of exemplary faith, hope and charity, she is rightly honored as the preeminent model of the perfect Christian.
After a long pause, John told me about a terrible fire-fight he’d experienced in the war. He didn’t describe any of the details. There was no talk of blood or bombs or bullets or shredded bodies. What he did say, is the Lord had saved him. And he didn’t know why.