In front of the Carnegie Museums the yellow school buses have all lined up already having discharged the elated school children who have that rare privilege, field trip. Cars and trucks form a single line and patiently file by the buses outside. Cars with passengers on errands, going to work or class, perhaps to a doctor's appointment, or maybe out to do some holiday shopping. Pedestrians walk slowly past bundled up against the wind, the snow, and the cold. All is normal and ordinary.
Life marches on.
No, perhaps not. The masses live as if tomorrow and the next day will most surely come. The Advent of Christ, the Coming of Christ, is not on the mind of those people outside my window. Rarely, does it pervade the modern mind of believers and unbelievers alike. This, however, was not always the case.