A lot of bloggers seem to be featuring books these days, so here’s my humble contribution.
At Getting Down With Jesus, I present to you … (pause for dramatic effect) : “A Textbook of Christian Theology,” by Lydia and Anna Lee.
Here’s a sneak peek into the wisdom and probing questions of the Lee girls (ages 7 and 4):
Anna on God’s sleep patterns: “Does God take naps?”
Lydia on God’s omniscience: “How can God really hear all of our prayers?”
Anna on the End Times: “What happens when all the people in the world die?”
Lydia on Jesus’ Second Coming: “Well then, what is He waiting for?”
Anna on God’s gender: “Is God a boy or a girl? ‘Cause I think God is both a boy and a girl, and that means God has two heads.”
Lydia on evangelism: “When I go to college, I’m gonna walk around town telling people about Jesus, even people I don’t know. Even people with blue hair and red skin. It’s a big world.”
Reminded last week that God lives in the hearts of believers, Anna paused long enough to weigh the possible physical considerations and remarked: “Well, then, He sure must have a lot of heads.” (The whole head thing has become a theme for her.)
Well, this week, as we continue to celebrate Advent, Lydia offered another theological gem — this time on Advent. Advent, of course, is a season of expectant waiting for Christ.
But here’s the deal: the girls’ patience is wearing a bit thin.
The question — “How many more days?” — is uttered with increasing regularity. I’m now being asked to count not just days, but hours until Christmas.
As presents pile up under the tree, Lydia has officially had it. She announced over her Captain Crunch breakfast: “I don’t like to Advent.”
In Lydia’s world, Advent has become a verb — a rather troublesome, lingering verb. Enough of this “Adventing.” She was ready to start “Christmasing.”
Confession: For most of my life, I’ve had the same mindset. Enough of the appetizer; let’s move on to the Main Course.
This year is different. I’ve tried to make a conscious effort of seeing the value in the wait. Advent is two-fold. It is grounded in Jesus’ first arrival 2,000 years ago to an expectant people. It also sets our eyes on the Second Coming.
Today, icy roads kept us away from services at our little country church, a mile from our doorstep. Church was canceled. The Advent candles remained unlit. Even our girls’ evening Christmas program was called off.
So with nowhere to go, no responsibility to fulfill, no shopping list to conquer, we simply waited. A forced wait.
We Advented. And it was good.
With paint brushes, silly books and an eagerness for tomorrow — another day closer to Christmas — my girls found joy in the waiting, too.
Now it’s your turn: Help the Lee girls and their parents. Tell us, what can we do to make Advent a verb this season? What have you done this year?
Photo: My church’s advent candles, with Christmas tree in the background.