My feeble brain had a tough time processing what I saw this morning when I strolled into the commons of the local middle school: Chairs, chairs, everywhere – some already in tidy rows; others stacked, pending placement. All of them, awaiting the crowds on Christmas Eve.
Tags: Advent, Advent 2018, Beyond All Names, Christmas Eve, God, Impermanent Pews, O Antiphons, O Radiant Dawn, Sacred Space, Sanctuary, Temporary Sanctuary
It occurs to me that faucet repairs, like salvation history, tend to require a lot of manpower.
At least, that’s the legacy I seem to have received from my father.