There’s an Advent Hippie on the Christmas Highway
Christmas is just around the corner. I’m thinking of stuffed turkey, cranberry sauce, roast potatoes and Christmas pudding. Suddenly, without warning, I have a plateful of locusts and wild honey shoved under my nose. Christmas is just around the corner. Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane snow is glistening A beautiful sight, I’m happy tonight, I’m walking in a winter wonderland … … skating on an ice rink and taking my kids to see Santa with his bagful of goodies and a hearty “Ho, ho, ho.” Suddenly, without warning, the winter wonderland disappears and I hear a voice in a desert wasteland. It’s not Santa hollering, “Ho, ho, ho,” but John the Baptist shouting, “Woe, woe, woe!” Christmas is party time, but John the Baptist is the ultimate Advent party-pooper. Before he is through, our heads are pounding with images of vipers, wrath, axes, and unquenchable fire, when all we really wanted was a chance to get to the church carol service to sing, “Silent Night, Holy Night.” The...