When I was a young child growing up in the mountains of North Carolina, my family took a road trip to Walt Disney World in Orlando. I don't think we had reached the South Carolina border before I was asking my parents, "How much longer?" Every time I asked, their answer was the same: "two more hours." Those were the longest two hours of my life!
Some years, that's how Advent feels. It's always "two more Sundays!" Yet, as Enuma, Gretchen, Justin and Ken have reminded us, the waiting, watching and wondering is what gives the season its meaning -- and what makes the celebration at the end so sweet.
In this extraordinary year, may your Advent waiting bring you deep peace, real joy, lasting love and unexpected hope. Â
We'll see you here next week.Â