hopeless
Theologically and liturgically, I’m an Advent purist. Triumphal entries and John the Baptist, violet and rose, Gaudete and vigils make me giddy. What? Don’t laugh. They do. Don’t mix Advent with Christmas. Don’t mix Christmas with Advent. That’s what I say. Or rather, that’s what I say about church. But, um, yeah. That all goes out the window when I get home. I’m a sinner. … Continue reading hopeless
