The Nativity scene isn’t a worship service. It’s a temporary staging ground for bringing love into the world.
Put your drum down or take it with you, I don’t care. What matters is what you do when you leave the Nativity Scene.
Nobody wants to be the last person standing at the manger. Take the love, the message, the joy and go tell someone else.
Society alienates. Advents re-orientates our lives so we might see how alienated we’ve become.
Advent is about the message preceding the moment. Moments fade. The Message endures.
What are we preparing for? Is it the image of a baby in a manger? Or the absolutely cosmos shifting idea that God becomes frail, vulnerable and human?
Preparing for Jesus’ return is a multi-sensory experience. Are we watching? Are we listening? Do we see the people we try to imitate by wearing bathrobes who are walking among us? Are we listening to their needs? Mary and Joseph are on our doorstep.
No, I don’t hear or see what you hear or see. Our experiences are different. You be you. I’ll be me. We’ve made Advent a Norman Rockwell print and called it Christmas. Conformity is killing Advent in the name of Christmas. We bring different gifts to discipleship. Use your gifts when you leave the Nativity.
“Speak, voice is crying out, comfort O my people, call out!” Isaiah wants someone to listen. I have a feeling he’s not talking about Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, or any other beloved Christmas songs. Isaiah listening is Advent listening. Advent listening is hard.