Wandering, wondering
From the beginning of literature, poets and writers have based their narratives on crossing borders, on wandering, on exile, on encounters beyond the familiar. –Jhumpa Lahiri Welcome to Advent, the season during which we ponder and wait. A time when the world seems to pick up speed; yet as Christians, we yearn to slow down, to remember again the world-changing events of over 2000 years ago. On the first Sunday of Advent we will light the candle of prophecy and hope. The story begins in a manger or stable—or does it? Prophets like Malachi, Isaiah and Zechariah told of the Messiah, the one to come, thousands of years before a virgin named Mary was visited by an angel named Gabriel. Ours is an ancient story. Ours is a story of longing and unrest, of rescue from exile. As we begin the journey again, that slow, deliberate journey to Bethlehem, we remember and weep with those women who lost their young children at the hands of a murderous king. We gaze in awestruck wonde...