I feel “meh” this Christmas. Two years of Covid, no one over, family health issues, ever increasing derranged thinking by folks, and watching injustice “win” in so many ways has taken its toll. I know, in so many ways, I have things really good—close friends, a loving community, Jen is doing OK, and our needs…
This week I am technically “on vacation,” though I’m not sure that means anything in pandemic-land.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Thanks for taking the Painfully Hopeful journey with me.
I’m not the biggest fan of the carol, “Silent Night.” I don’t hate it, there has always been a line in that carol which makes my head spin and my brain explode.
Pastoring during the pandemic has been a challenge. And pastors have responded to this challenge in different ways.
Advent is a season that I call the “Painful Hope.” But on Christmas, like Easter a bit later in the year, something amazing happens.