Crafting Christmas: Everything Is Still Totally Do-Able (Part III).

Ok, it’s Advent now, yes, but it’s still not December! We have plenty of time to make Christmas gifts for the people we love. Ignore the fact that December starts on Thursday! Ignore it, I say. Hey! Stop thinking about it!

So, yes, mild panic is beginning to set in. Are you in the same boat as me? Have you, like me, once again taken on too much in the way of crafting to accomplish between now and the last possible second you can throw whatever you made into a gift bag and hand it over to your mom? If you’re not sure if you’ve taken on more than you can handle, let’s review some sure signs:

1)      Anything you’re making involves size zero needles, or grout, or upholstery foam.

2)      You have begun to divide your life into “Knitting [or other craft here] Time” and “Everything Else Time.”

3)      You seem to have developed a strong resentment towards one of the people you are crafting for, quite possibly simply to get out of having to give them a crafted gift.

4)      You have considered passing off a non-homemade gift as homemade [Aside: Don’t. You will be found out – most likely when you are asked to make another of whatever you gave].

5)      You seem to be operating in some other time and space dimension than the rest of humanity, one in which it is totally reasonable to sew a quilt in one to two weeks while still working full-time.

6)      You have entered into a stage of willful blindness, ignoring signals that things are not going well, such as not being able to find the yarn you need to finish your aunt’s hat in three consecutive Michael’s, spread across three states.

Yes. Number 6 is me. In fact, they are all me. Well, except for the quilt. The quilt I’ve been making myself for the last two years is laying at my feet right now, a strong visual reminder that quilts don’t just happen. And I’m not using grout on anything. This year.

What can I say, O fellow stalwart crafter? We are not a cautious people. There is something a little off about what we do, anyway. Socks are widely available, as are quilts, pillows, stuffed animals, and jam, yet we choose to make our own and send them off to the peoples we love.

Yet, I can’t help but think of my Teddy Dog. What? He’s a Teddy Bear, but he’s a Dog. It was brilliant of my 5-year-old self to name him Teddy Dog. Shush.

Anyway, my grandmother made Teddy Dog for me, a very long time ago. That grandmother left this life for another three years ago, and I miss her every day. But I also know she loved me, and loves me still, and one of the reasons why I’m sure is that Teddy Dog is around to keep me company. He’s the Velveteen Rabbit of my life story, loved into being by two of us. I could have had a mass-produced toy, and I’m sure I would have loved it, but it’s so wonderful to have a unique gift made just for me by just her, my beautiful Mum-mum.

So, yes, we are crazy. But it’s a good kind of crazy. It’s a crazy that believes love can be made manifest in yarn, grout and beads (although not all at once, please). That’s the kind of love I want in my life.

Craft on, you crazy lovers. Christmas is coming!

Despite her outer sardonic nature, Shannon Reed actually loves bubbles, ducks, snow and Christmas, and is happy to start thinking about it as early as August. You can read more of writing and her writing about writing at www.shannonreed.org.

Readalong Day 3

Today’s topic is “In Solitude, In Activity.” Nouwen explores the need to balance periods of activity with periods of being alone, even lonely: “Somewhere we know that without a lonely place our lives are in danger.” That’s a strong statement–in danger.

Are you feeling comfortable with solitude, especially as the “merry season” advances?

 

The Advent readalong is using the book Advent and Christmas Wisdom from Henri J.M. Nouwen. Every day through January 5. Hop in any time.

Best Christmas movie ever?

I’ve heard a lot of talk about “It’s a Wonderful Life” being the best Christmas movie of all time, with Jimmy Stewart and Clarence and Zuzu’s petals. And then there are the Rankin-Bass devotees, who sing along with the Heatmiser and Coldmiser.

But I’m going to propose that there are two far, far better contenders for Best Christmas Movie Of All Time: “Love, Actually” and “A Christmas Story.”

“Love, Actually” has everything: family, fun, betrayal, romance, love, sadness, longing, travel, humor, and hope. The only thing that prevents it from being the perfect Christmas movie is the Laura Linney storyline. Every time I watch I’m convinced this time she’ll figure out that she doesn’t have to sacrifice her whole life to be a good sister, but she never does. That part seems unrealistic to me, that she wouldn’t have figured out some way to balance her brother’s life with her life after so much time.

And that leaves us with “A Christmas Story” as the GOAT Christmas movie. If you’re shaking your head “no,” stop and think–are you just reacting because you’ve seen it so many times that it’s lost its luster? Take a few years off and then come back to it. The movie is the perfect storm of unreasonably optimistic childhood, put-upon parenthood, nostalgia, and violent cursing. The whole school vs. home thing is a little Ferris Bueller, and the licking a pole scene is the greatest foreshadowing of that actor’s future career ever. I would gladly watch it four or five times in a row on Christmas evening if my family would let me. And then I’d order in Peking duck.

I know you all agree with me, so no need to comment.

Readalong Day 2

Today’s topic is “The Root of Patience.” Nouwen writes: “What seems a hindrance becomes a way; what seems an obstacle becomes a door; what seems a misfit becomes a cornerstone.”

Patience has always been difficult for me. To sit and wait and do nothing is particularly troublesome. I have found solace in the past few years in the lyrics, “Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord; we will wait upon the Lord; we will wait upon the Lord.” The idea that being patient isn’t just about doing nothing, but rather getting ready, gathering strength, so that when God needs us to we can act.

Are you feeling “watchfully alert”?

 

The Advent readalong is using the book Advent and Christmas Wisdom from Henri J.M. Nouwen. Every day through January 5. Hop in any time.

Readalong Day 1

Today’s topic is “In the Midst of Our Dark World,” and Nouwen is asking us to think about small signs of God’s power, not big ones: “The work of our salvation takes place in the midst of a world that continues to shout, scream, and overwhelm us with its claims and promises.”

Have you seen any small signs of God’s power or presence in your life today?

I like the imagery in the verse from Isaiah about the shoot coming out from the stump of Jesse, and a branch coming out of his roots. It seems to put into perspective the idea of generations, that we’re not just stagnant but that we’re going somewhere. And maybe a few bad days or months with one of our children won’t impede our growth.

Thoughts?

 

The Advent readalong is using the book Advent and Christmas Wisdom from Henri J.M. Nouwen. Every day through January 5. Hop in any time.

The Angel-in-Chief: A Surprising Announcement

The First Week of Advent

It’s time to put the cornucopia centerpieces back in storage and bring out the Advent wreath.  In a recent post called “Advent Light, Advent Hope I described Advent and how it can help slow us down and prepare our hearts for the birth of Jesus.  Now I’d like to give you a few ideas for celebrating Advent at home so you can hear the story of Christmas for the first or the thousandth time.  I hope you’ll try some of these ideas over the next four weeks (we’ll have a new post for each week) so you can pass the story and the faith along to your children.

For this first week of Advent, bring your family together or set aside some time for yourself, and then light one of the candles in your Advent wreath.  This candle is the Hope candle.  Read aloud Luke 1:26-38.

In this passage, the angel Gabriel comes to Mary, who is engaged but not yet married to Joseph.  Gabriel tells her a surprising announcement.  In a nutshell: “you’re going to conceive a child by the power of the Holy Spirit, and your child will be holy and will be called the Son of God.”  His message is confusing to Mary but it is full of hope for us.

Gabriel tells the young woman that her son will be named “Jesus,” which means, “he will save.”  This humble baby will be the Savior that Mary and her people been waiting and hoping for.  He will rescue the people from their oppressors and even save them from sin and death.  Not in the way of a conqueror as everyone was expecting, but by God taking on flesh, suffering and dying on the cross for us, and being resurrected to new life.

Christmas, the birth of Christ, is about hope.  Mary has no idea what is in store when she hears Gabriel’s shocking announcement, but she must have sensed the hope that was embedded in it.  God is about to come to people in a new way.  God’s amazing love is about to come down from heaven to earth in the form of a newborn baby.  If that can happen, anything one hopes for can happen.  During Advent, we wait and hope for the coming of Jesus and for how he will make God’s love known to us.

After reading the passage from Luke 1 and reflecting on it together, talk about any or all of these questions for a few minutes:

  • Where are some places in our world or in your community, workplace or school that could use some hope?
  • How does the birth of Jesus fulfill that hope?
  • How are you hoping for God’s love to come to you this Advent and Christmas?

If you enjoy music, sing verse 1 of  “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” together (it doesn’t have to be in tune!) “Emmanuel” is another name for Jesus.  It means, “God is with us.”

Or listen to a version of the song online. A great instrumental version is Andrew Peterson’s “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” from “Behold the Lamb.”  (iTunes version here and YouTube version here.)  A vocal version you can sing along to is Big Daddy Weave’s “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” from “Christ is Come.” (iTunes version here.) [Ed. note: I also love the version by Boys II Men for its simplicity and mystery, and the BarlowGirl version for the way it blends creepy mystery and hope.].

  • O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel, that mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear.  Rejoice!  Rejoice!  Emmanuel shall come to you, O Israel.

At the end of your Advent wreath lighting, pray your own prayer or use this one, which is simple enough for children to read or repeat after you.

  • Dear God, thank you for the season of Advent.  Thank you for this light.  Thank you for the hope you give us in Jesus.  Help us prepare our hearts for your Son.  Come, Lord Jesus.  Amen

Advent Everyday: Each night, at dinner or whenever you can fit it in, light the first candle of your wreath, the Hope candle.  Remember the story of Gabriel coming to Mary with his surprising announcement.  God’s Son is on his way.  We hope that he will come to us.  We will not be disappointed.  If you have an Advent calendar, talk about the story as you open each day’s flap (or eat each day’s chocolate!)  Keep the theme of hope in your minds and hearts, the hope that the Christ child will bring to the world.

 

Paige Evers is a Lutheran pastor, a mom to two young children, and the wife of a Lutheran pastor.  She is working on ways to adapt her Advent calendar to tell the story of Christmas and deliver a daily dose of chocolate.  Dark chocolate, to be exact. 

 

For which I am thankful

I have a great deal for which to be thankful.

There’s the obvious. I’m lucky enough to have a good family, both my family of origin, my parents and brothers, and the family I’ve created for myself: my spouse and our children. Everyone’s healthy. Everyone’s happy. It’s incredibly rare, and incredibly precious, and it’s so hard in our day-to-day interactions to remember just how precious, but I do try, as do we all.

It’s easier for us, in our family, to remember how fickle life can be, because four years ago, Thanksgiving was a very different picture. We all thought it might be the last one for me, because I had a slight case of a very bad illness and the odds weren’t good. But here I am, and now I get to be thankful for the blessing of my family never ever taking me for granted.

It’s easy to count blessings that are obvious. Health. Wealth. Success. Beauty. I’m grateful for all of those things, but I’m also grateful that I’ve gone through periods without them. It’s a double-edged bounty.

When health has failed, I’ve been given patience. When wealth has vanished, I’ve learned generosity. When success has evaporated, friendship has stepped in to fill the void. When beauty crumbled, I found compassion. Even in their absence, life’s blessings have never failed to surprise me with their abundance.

I’m especially thankful for the hardships I’ve not had to endure. The heartbreak of a failed family is not one I’ve experienced firsthand, but I know, because I am lucky enough to have friends, that the Thanksgiving and Christmas too often bring the misery of a broken family into razor-sharp focus. I’m thankful for the gift of empathy, and for the confidences of others so that I learn about what I have not had to experience, and I’m doubly thankful that for me, Thanksgiving and Christmas have always been days of joy and happiness.

I’m thankful for the abundance of this land, and I’m thankful that the famine in others reminds of us the need to be mindful. I’m thankful for peace in my home, and I’m thankful for the lessons we have learned through war: that freedom and justice are worth fighting for, and dying for.

St. Paul tells is in his letter to the Thessalonians in everything to give thanks, for this is the will of God in Jesus concerning you. Not just the good, but in everything.

She’ll probably edit it out, but I also want to make it a point to say that I am thankful for the friendship of Magda, who runs this blog. She’s been a steadfast part of my life for fifteen years. I’m a better person today because of her, and I am grateful.

[Ed. note: I'm not editing it out, because Elizabeth has been as important to me as I have been to her. She was constantly encouraging, even when she was in the belly of the cancer beast, and teaches me every day about grace and twisted good humor. I'm thankful for her.]

Elizabeth Rose is a stay-at-home mom, cancer survivor, and writer. You can find her blog at Dance with the Reaper.com, and her column Christmas Tango here every week at Christmased.com.

Like a Bowl Full of Jelly: Losing Weight During the Holidays

I begin with two photos that, upon initial inspection, may seem unrelated.

First, on the left, a picture I took this morning of a ten-pound sack of potatoes.

Second, a slightly off-center “stick out your arm and shoot” photo of my son and me at Chicago’s Garfield Park Conservatory two years ago:

 

 

 

Let me explain this particular photo juxtaposition.

The ten-pound sack of potatoes provides a visual of the ten pounds that conventional wisdom claims the average person gains between Thanksgiving and New Year’s.  I myself have sat through more than one mid-November Weight Watchers meeting where the bag of potatoes is trotted out as a cautionary tale.  It’s like the suburban strip mall equivalent of Oprah and her wagon of fat.

And while actual data refutes the whole ten-pound holiday weight gain theory, the fact remains that people do gain some weight during the holidays.  One study found that the average person gains about a pound during the holiday season.  Additionally, another study found that people who are already overweight gain an average of 5 pounds during the holidays.  The worst part is, most people never lose the holiday weight.

Whatever the actual figures, it should come as no surprise that the holiday season is a challenging time for those watching their weight.  Food is freakin’ everywhere during the holidays.   Which brings me to the second picture, the one from the Garfield Park Conservatory.

Garfield Park Conservatory is a wonderful indoor greenhouse, a free local attraction that gives winter-weary Chicagoans a leafy green respite from the dreary weather.  In December, one room of the conservatory is decorated for Christmas, making it a fun annual holiday destination.

My son and I were at the conservatory for the holiday decorations when we took the above photo.  It was a bleak winter day, and I reasoned that we could use a free trip to a warm, tropical place to cure our cabin fever.  We could even take our Christmas card pictures while we were there!   And, most importantly, Garfield was a rare holiday activity that involved no eating whatsoever.  See, I was on Weight Watchers that holiday season, as I have been every holiday season for approximately the past 35 years (and I’m only 33), and I didn’t need yet another activity where festive was synonymous with excessive eating.  Garfield seemed perfect.  Not only do they not serve food there, but there isn’t even a decent restaurant  anywhere near the place.  The only things one could possibly eat at the Garfield Park Conservatory are the plants on display there, and that might lead to poisoning and/or removal from the grounds, both of which are significant enough deterrents to eating.

So, Garfield it was!  We ate our sensible lunches and made the drive to the conservatory.  And then, upon entering, I noticed a chalkboard indicating that our visit had coincided with the one hour during the entire holiday season when the conservatory was handing out free cookies and cider.  Oh.  Yay.  Employees were coming up to visitors offering trays of cookies.  I resisted, but unhappily.  It’s a wonder I’m smiling in that picture.

My point is, you can’t go anywhere during the holidays, not even a damn greenhouse, without somebody offering you food.  It’s a tough time for the weak of willpower, a group in which I include myself.

And let me make it clear that I have by no means won the battle of the bulge myself.  I’d love to show you a picture of myself triumphantly holding up my oversized fat jeans next to my much skinnier body, but the fact of the matter is that I’m currently wearing those fat jeans and filling out every inch of them.  So you probably won’t find me all that inspirational, but I’d like to think my flawed human-ness makes me more likable.  Because hey, I’m down in the trenches with you, my dieting brothers and sisters.

Anyway, my point is, as a fellow warrior in the weight-loss battle, I’m never going to be one to downplay the difficulty of weight loss, especially during the holidays.  Watching your weight during the holidays is hard, like, maybe it might just be easier to cut off my eating arm hard.  But I will resolutely march into battle, armed with a few strategies this holiday season.

Let me say that there are many holiday weight-loss strategies— namely the ones professed by magazines and TV news segments— that are totally obvious.  These strategies more or less amount to don’t eat.  More specifically, they might tell you to stick with low-fat appetizers like the vegetable tray, be aware of portion sizes, and enjoy in moderation.  Limit alcohol!  Focus on the true meaning of the holiday, not on the food!   Oh, but treat yourself once in awhile, so you don’t feel deprived!

These strategies range from nebulous at best to completely un-doable at worst.  Not eating or drinking anything at the party seems like a great plan in the abstract, but as soon as you get into the real party atmosphere with the tantalizing food and the awkward social situations, your whole dieting battle plan goes straight out the window.  Or maybe the party hosts aren’t serving any low-fat appetizers like the hosts of the hypothetical party in the article on dieting tips.  And plus somebody’s pushing food on you, encouraging you to just eat it, come on, it’s the holidays, and you just can’t maintain willpower and politeness simultaneously.

So while the usual dieting strategies are not altogether bad, I myself need more than just these fairly obvious strategies to help me through.  Here are some of the supplemental dieting strategies I’ll be using this holiday season:

-When in doubt, employ the tactics of germ warfare.  Everybody knows that people get sick more often during the winter, so it’s likely that somebody with a nasty virus has put his or her hands in the community bowl.  Just imagine somebody coughing and then immediately diving into that bowl of chips.  If possible, find an actual sick person and ask him or her to lick a couple of those chips and then mix them back in with the others in the bowl.  Lost your appetite yet?

-Be aware of your idiotic tendency to equate eating with social confidence.  No, I wasn’t calling you an idiot.  I was calling myself an idiot, really, because I find that anytime I feel socially awkward at a gathering, I immediately begin snacking.  What on earth eating, which probably makes me look like an even bigger slob, has to do with feeling socially confident, I will never know.  But damn if snack mix isn’t my first line of defense against feeling awkward.  And I figure that being aware of this idiotic tendency is the first step to eliminating it.

-Skip the party.  Okay, okay, okay, I know, I know, I know!  Skipping a party just to avoid the food is a total throwing out the baby with the bathwater, or cutting off your nose to spite your face, or some other corny adage your grandma used to say.  And it’s not in the spirit of the holiday season!  Plus, it’s never a Weight Watchers-approved strategy!  They want you to still enjoy all of the special occasions the real world has to offer, while still remaining “on plan.”  But just hear me out.  Odds are, sometime during the holiday season, there’s some sort of party, open house, or other social gathering that you just don’t want to go to.  Now, in some cases, skipping that particular activity is not advisable, because maybe attending the party is important for your career success or your relationship with a person of prominence in your life.  But maybe there’s at least one gathering in your life that you don’t want to go to and really don’t need to go to.  And since, due to the situation described above, you’re more likely to overeat at an unpleasant party anyway, you might want to make up an excuse and just skip that one gathering.  Sure you’ll feel a tad guilty, but tell yourself that you need to do something for you, to reward yourself for your weight-loss efforts.

-Keep it in perspective.  No, I’m not talking about the whole “appreciate the holidays for their true religious/interpersonal/family meanings” that most dieting experts would profess that you do.  I mean, sure, appreciating the true meaning of the holidays is great, don’t get me wrong.  But by perspective here, I just mean realizing it’s not that bad.  That’s kind of a good global perspective to have overall anyway, but I’m referring specifically here to the idea that dieting during the holidays isn’t that bad.  Sure, every news outlet on the planet is going to be talking about excessive holiday food consumption.  But, in reality, the holiday dieter doesn’t face as many trials as the media would have us believe.  Think about it.  How many truly difficult, all-out gorge-fests are you invited to this holiday season?  There’s Thanksgiving and whatever big December holiday(s) you celebrate, and maybe New Year’s.  You probably have to go to a few other personal or professional holiday gatherings.  But, at most, you might have five tough eating days, fewer if you’re unpopular like I am (see:  I skip parties so I won’t eat at them).  Nobody ever got fat eating badly on five separate occasions.  Corollary: Other miscellaneous holiday food does not constitute a “special occasion” where excessive eating is justified.  I’m talking here about that batch of cookies some random neighbor gives you (really nice sentiment, but she probably coughed in them), or that slightly nasty pre-packaged crap sitting in the breakroom at work.  You do not need to eat those food items.  There is absolutely no social pressure whatsoever to eat them.  Do not eat them.   Furthermore …

-If you eat poorly at the party, don’t eat crap all the rest of the time.  Like a lot of people, I tend to fall victim to the stupidest fallacy in dieting: The “if I already blew my diet today, I might as well blow it some more.”  You know how it goes.  You ate the cheesecake at your daytime office party, because you were just sitting there awkwardly with your co-workers, so you figure you’ve already had a bad eating day.  So then you figure, hey, since my dieting day is ruined anyway, I might as well go home and eat peanut butter straight out of the jar (hypothetically speaking, of course).   Because two wrongs make a right, don’t they?  Except now you’ve just created a holiday weight-gain scenario that really had nothing to do with holiday food.

So, those are some lesser-known, slightly more-smart-assy tips for dieting during the holidays.  I hope that if you are a follower dieter, you will be able to make use of one or more of these strategies.  I myself will be writing them on my arm in permanent marker, and possibly pushing up the sleeve of my holiday sweater to read them anytime I feel weak.  That way I’ll be able to show you a picture of myself with my too-big fat pants come January.  January 2013.

When she isn’t photographing sacks of potatoes, Shannon Ford likes to blog about parenting and other miscellany at Same Old Shannon.  She lives in the Chicago suburbs with her husband, four-year-old son, and a rather large cat. 

Thanks Giving

Note: You may not quite see where I am going with this at first. Stick with me.

I hated two things about having my students read The Diary of Anne Frank, and both were what they took away from it. Approximately 20% of the class would feel that the point of the book was that Thank God, she had gotten to Kiss A Boy before she died. That took a little discussion to clear up, mostly about the difference between fiction and non-fiction. The other 80% expressed something different – that the point of the story was that they (the students) should be grateful for all that they have and not waste life, but instead live each day like it was their last.

This always stuck in my craw. I mean, for one thing, the Franks were the exact opposite of living each day like it was their last. They wanted to live each day like they had THOUSANDS of days left. Beyond that, though, it really bugged me, this attitude that other people’s tragedies and oppressions exist to make us more aware of our blessings. As if their miseries were somehow the tablecloth to make us see just how much our blessed silverware could shine. My students never said, wow, I should try to help someone who is oppressed, like the Franks, but only that they should not be complacent or ungrateful about all that they had.

Yes, I initiated many Ghandi and Christ-quoting conversations about this. Don’t worry. It was a Catholic school.

This is on my mind this week, because I want to ask you something, and then I want to ask you another thing.

Thursday is Thanksgiving, for the Americans around here, anyway. I’d like to ask you to stop in your busy-ness and think about – pray for, if you like – my student Shaquille and his family. Shaquille was shot and killed on the street outside my school in Brooklyn on Friday. He was 17, and he loved basketball and his iPhone, and he had a smile that could light up Brooklyn. You can read more about what happened, and how it affected all of us, at my blog, www.shannonreed.org. But, for now, suffice it to say that the unfairness of it is what’s getting to me: he definitely didn’t deserve to die at 17, and his mother, his poor mother, didn’t deserve to lose her son. Shaquille’s girlfriend is pregnant, and neither she nor the baby deserve, variously, implicit widowhood and life without ever knowing his or her dad. My students miss their friend and classmate. My colleagues miss the wise-cracking kid in the baseball hat. I reorganized my room this morning, just to avoid looking at his empty desk.

We all need your thoughts and prayers, and if you want to take the time to count your blessings and hug your kids/spouse/mom/wackety friends closer, that would be more than ok, too. I can’t wait to step off the plane in Pennsylvania and run to hug my family. It’s a small airport. They let me get away with that there.

That’s the first thing I want to ask. The second is harder. Please don’t stop with a shiver of gratitude that it wasn’t you or your kid, and a prayer. Don’t just turn back to the warmth of your kitchen, and the good food on your table. Please don’t only flip the channel or advance to Boardwalk or enjoy your afternoon stroll.

So, I’m asking you to not just think of us and reach in, to your loved ones and beautiful things, but also to reach out. There are people who need you. You probably don’t even know them yet. A child needs tutored. A hungry man needs a sandwich. A teenager needs a mentor. Everyone needs a compliment. We all have so much to give, our time, talent and treasure, as we used to say in church. If you look up from your life, I guarantee you’ll see someone you can help.

Let’s say thanks, and then, let’s give.

Shannon Reed is waving, and saying thank you. You can read more of writing and her writing about writing at www.shannonreed.org.

Advent Light, Advent Hope

There I was, wandering around the Hallmark store, enjoying the solitude of shopping without my two and five-year olds in tow.  I quickly found the birthday card I needed to buy and then walked around aimlessly.  Suddenly a new quest came to mind: Blue! Advent! Candles!  Found them.  Bought them from the sweet elderly Hallmark lady.  Took the candles home.

It was September and I was all set. I was so proud of myself.  Contrast this to several years in a row when, before kids, my husband and I would realize on the Saturday evening before the first Sunday of Advent, “Oh no!  We don’t have Advent candles to use at home!  Acck!  When can we get to the store?!”  My husband and I are both Lutheran pastors.  So we really had no excuse.  In those years, the season started on the appointed Sunday at our churches.  At home, we weren’t able to celebrate Advent in the way we wanted to until later in the week.  We always pledged to think ahead the next year.

So, what is Advent?  Why would it send two adults scrambling to buy blue candles in the midst of the Thanksgiving-Black Friday-oh no I’m behind on my Christmas shopping-and baking and crafting-season?

Advent is the four weeks leading up to Christmas.  It’s a countdown to the birth of Christ.  It always begins on a Sunday.  This year, the first day of Advent is November 27.  An Advent wreath is a meaningful way to slow down and mark the time approaching Christmas.  It is usually a candle holder with spaces for four candles.  A circle wreath represents eternity.  It reminds us that the child about to be born will eventually die on the cross and then be resurrected to eternal life.  Often people decorate their wreaths with greens from outdoors.  Evergreens are a symbol of the never-ending faithfulness of God. Royal blue candles symbolize the humble baby in the manger who is the King of kings, and the deep, dark midnight that we endure until he comes to us.

On the first Sunday in Advent and all the days following, someone in the family lights one candle in the wreath.  On the second Sunday, two candles are lit, and so on, until all four are lit during the week before Christmas.  As the light grows brighter, the time of Jesus’ birth grows closer.  Even young children can say a traditional Advent greeting as the candles are lit: “Come, Lord Jesus.”

On Christmased.com, I’ll be sharing more specific ways you can celebrate Advent at home each week, tell the Christmas story to your children, and savor the time leading up to December 25.  If you’d like to observe Advent in your home this year, whatever your age or family situation, take some time this week to gather up a circular Advent wreath (or find four candle holders you can arrange in a circle) and candles.  You want them to be tall enough to last for four weeks.

If you have a nativity set, get that out for Advent, too.  Children enjoy hearing and telling the story of Jesus’ birth with all the characters playing their parts.  You can set up the stable and empty manger and bring out the characters one by one to help build anticipation.  If you only have a breakable nativity set and you want to get children involved in this spiritual preparation for Christmas, there are tons of child-friendly and durable nativity sets available.  That cheesy set in the attic with the chipped paint and out-of-proportion shepherds works well for kids, too.

But let’s go back to my trip to the Hallmark store in September.  Why did I get so excited to remember Advent candles before Halloween was even here?  It’s because Advent is about the birth of Jesus.  At the same time, the season helps me focus on Jesus’ promise that he will come back one day.

It’s easy to feel overwhelmed by the demands of children, work, finances, you name it.  Sometimes we get discouraged by what we hear on the news or see in our communities.  Advent helps me to look to God’s faithfulness in the past when Jesus was born for us and to remember that God continues to be faithful today.  The season of Advent also gives me four weeks to focus on God’s promise to make the world right when Jesus returns in glory.  While lighting the candles, I can pray, “Come, Lord Jesus” on behalf of everyone who longs for a better future.

Advent is a time of hope and expectation.  Over the many years I’ve observed Advent as an adult, I’ve always experienced it as a gift.  Lighting the candles and reflecting on what I’m hoping for, how I’m hoping things will be different once Jesus comes to earth, and how I’m hoping for God’s grace to enter my life and the lives of those I love are all a part of Advent for me.

What does Advent look like?  A small light growing stronger and brighter as Christmas draws near.  What does Advent sound like?  My children, my husband and I saying, “Come, Lord Jesus” together as we light the flame.  What does Advent feel like?  It feels like breathing in crisp winter air, breathing in the hope of a Savior, and being filled with God’s peace and grace.

See you again here in a few days for specific ideas for the first Sunday in Advent.  In the meantime, I’d love to hear about your Advent experiences.  What does Advent mean to you?

Paige Evers is a Lutheran pastor, a mom to two young children, and the wife of a Lutheran pastor.  On her first Christmas at one of the congregations she served, she accidentally broke one of the Wise Men.  She thinks that cloth, plastic, and pastor-proof Nativity sets are a really good idea.

Christmased.com readers will be sharing an Advent readalong with short passages from the Bible, selections from the spiritual writer Henri J.M. Nouwen, a prayer, and an Advent Action to help you prepare for the Christ child in your heart.