At Christmas even the most Protestant among us can be drawn to the contemplation of Mary. It seems right to recall her humble courage, her receiving and carrying and giving birth, and her joy as she sang of the saving work of God.
Who am I? Who are you? Not the Messiah.
In my Swedish childhood, the signature image of Advent was Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem.
What is the need for which I need Jesus to come?
Every valley shall be exalted—but when?