It was of a house, just a house on an autumn day. A family was outside raking leaves, but there was a warmth to that picture that touched something primal in Tom. Tom nervously handed Arlene the small box. She opened it and her eyes came alive. I love you.
Advent is a season expectations and gifts.
We have expectations that are often higher than human beings can reach. The expectations are often the source of the pain and the depression that accompanies this holiday time. They had great expectations and the words of the prophets tell of their hopes. The expectations of the perfect service, the perfect gift, the perfect anthem, the perfect Christmas, often shipwreck on the rocks of reality. But it is also a season of gifts.