Movements transcend moments.
When we look into the late autumn woods, it’s easy to become fixated on the coming lifelessness of winter. But what if something else is happening?
Has American Christianity lost sight of what its real hope is supposed to be in?
The notion that individual rights/freedoms are somehow explicitly Christian goes against pretty much everything Jesus ever taught.
Sometimes we have to welcome the darkness. To listen to what it has to teach us. To see what we can’t necessarily see in the light. Maybe that’s part of the beauty of Advent.