All I hear about during Advent is waiting. The word Advent implies an arrival, a coming into being. We wait for Christ’s arrival into the world, as a baby and as our Messiah. We wait for the candles on the Advent wreath to be lit each week. Even outside of church, we wait in line at the store or for a package to arrive at home. Children wait for presents (okay, adults too). What is with all this waiting? Does anyone really like waiting?
I don’t know anyone who likes to wait. What (continue reading at the Times Union.)