I have spent this advent season far away from all the people closest to me.
There is a lot I could say about the thoughts that expand my uninterrupted mind. Or the experiences that fill my empty spaces. But today I am simply thankful that in this day and age jokes from a far can fly through the air from places like Minnesota and California and appear at my finger tips. I’m thankful that my whole family decorated my parents Christmas tree together despite sitting in four different living rooms in four different states. I’m thankful that the main lessons I have learned about Christmas have come through long questioning emails from wine country and Amish country alike.
And there is a post yet to be written about my growing conviction that globalization through technology is taking a terrible toll on the world’s weakest members. How this conviction is starting to confuse me every time I pick up my computer. But I guess that just highlights the tension of Advent. Waiting for the good that is coming. Wrestling with longing for something whole. Knowing that life is always many things at once.
