How Advent Teaches Us, Amid Sorrow, To Rejoice
“Why are these Christmas songs so sad?”
The question came from a little girl named Hazel. She’d been raised in a different Christian tradition, with drums, guitars, and applause. But that Sunday of Advent, she was sitting with her dad in a small Catholic church among the California redwoods outside Santa Cruz.
O come, o come, Emanuel,
And ransom captive Israel.
“I think they’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I chuckled when he told me what she’d asked. I’d never thought of it that way. Church at Advent was peaceful, yes...