A Friendly Festival


Francis and the Lights – Like a Dream

It must be time for Christmas break when a half-hour sermon turns into a leaky-eyed snooze fest. I was too tired to listen, too preoccupied to be aware, and too uncomfortable with my own thoughts to admit those leaky eyes were actually tear-filled. Advent couldn’t come at a better time, this traditional season of hope. The world is turned over with promise, and all those bells and songs and twinkling lights herald the news: there is a Saviour, there is freedom, there is light at the end of the tunnel, there is a time to laugh and a time to weep. There is hope for your every day.

This is always true, I know. But we forget. And we start living like there isn’t a hope in the world, let alone a purpose for my little life. But then, Advent. And Christmas. And a thousand reminders that there is more to this than we can see.

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