The star
12.3.2011 
As December goes by in a blur, I'm taking some time to look for the holy. As often happens, the first Sunday of Advent blew past me. I counted Christmas Sunday and therefore miscalculated the first day of the season. My church has chosen not to light the candles on the Advent wreath so I sat through the service none the wiser. It was Wednesday before I picked up my Advent book and realized my error.
In this season, I need a yellow light to slow me down... Even a red light to stop me. A busy, fast life swirled around a cold, damp stable as the King of Wonder entered his human tent. Why should I be surprised if it is the same for me today?
Yesterday Skip, my dog, and I took a hike by the river. Several times I stopped in my tracks as the beauty of heaven and nature singing took my breath away.
NO ROOM, was the Innkeeper's response.
I want to make space for God-child today in my heart.
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My church is doing an entire Advent series on listening. They've incorporated true silence into the services and published an Advent listening guide for us to use. It's very encouraging to me since I long to mark the days of Advent differently and intentionally. I can't say the first week was as restful and meditative as I'd like, but I'm not giving up. May you see plenty of yellow lights and give yourself the grace to slow down.