Solitude: Spread Our Hands

Another Monday, another chance to be still.  Christmas is next week, so I know you won't have many more opportunities.  Am I right?

One of the things I love about this time of year is all the Christmas music.  Songs that have gone unsung for 11 months return, lyrics of joy and adoration rise above the noise and messiness of our lives.

Funny, though, how quickly we grow tired of them.  Maybe not without spiritual reason.  Advent is, after all, a season of waiting.  Waiting to rejoice.  Not yet.  We're still carrying our burdens.  In our house, the Mary and Joseph figurines are standing on top of the printer, still slowly making their way to Bethlehem.  Like us.  And the manger is still empty.