I grew up in a Lutheran household where we followed the church year quite closely. Advent and Lent were acknowledged with changes in our weekly routines as a family. I don’t hold to those traditions nearly as closely now, but this year, in this season of Advent I’ve been thinking about it. Advent, much like Lent and the lead up to Easter, is a time for quiet and waiting. This year with all that’s going on in my country, I’m quietly waiting; at times fearful, at times angry, and at times without feeling. The coming months will only make this worse. And as I wait, I’m reading, thinking, journaling, and talking with friends; it’s my way of trying to beat back the horror.