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?
Read the rest of my Advent reflection for America magazine.
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!
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Image: Dry grass in field on lake shore, close-up. – depositphotos.com
Darn it! I wanted to read what you wrote about today’s reading, but I never read America otherwise; only your stuff.
Oh well.