The reading for today always makes me laugh.
“Comfort, give comfort to my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,” it begins. And what form will this tender comfort take?
Oh, you know. Valleys leveled. Mountains getting blasted flat. The glory of the Lord flashing out over the world like a scythe, mowing down everything in its path. And all human flesh like grass, withering and wilting when the breath of the Lord blows upon it.
Don’t you feel better now?
This is part of a series of daily Advent reflections, including the authors’ favorite Christmas hymn, recipe, tradition, and more.
ETA: My apologies, I had forgotten that the Advent reflection series is only available to America digital subscribers!