If not the worst thing about being a part of the dominant culture, a close second

I have read many impassioned, thoughtful, posts this week about the wonder of anticipation, the joy of waiting, that is Advent, the season of preparation before Christmas. I’m sold. Or would be, if the temperature hadn’t dropped to record lows this past weekend, and if the snow hadn’t started falling, and sticking, yesterday.  But, alas,… Read More