1. Happy 1753rd birthday to St. Augustine of Hippo, theologian and memoir writer extraordinaire. If they have cake in heaven, I suppose you don’t need to make a wish these days, but happy birthday, sir, and I look forward to sitting down with you and having a good long chat about those last few chapters of the Confessions.
2. Christmas gets earlier and earlier, it seems: We spent the past few weeks at work putting out all the Christmas accoutrements and what not; someone in my neighborhood has put up their lights already (I mean, really); TBS is already showing How the Grinch Stole Christmas. This is not right. This is not right at all. Maybe it’s a sign of our increasing desire to prolong childhood; maybe it’s a sign of our overachieving culture that wants to get as much as possible finished ahead of time, even though it just gives us more time to be even busier; maybe it’s the plot of the evil corporations to get us to spend more money in over a longer period of time. Whatever it is, though, it is a sign of our failure to realize that there is a time for everything; the longer we make it, the more we’re going to get tired of it, you know what I mean?
I’m waiting for Advent, so I can begin waiting for Jesus again. My soul needs liturgy and rhythm, and that cannot be defined by a secular culture.
3. My pastor’s been doing a series on the spiritual disciplines, so I’ve had liturgy on the brain a lot lately. I’m really time-obsessive–as in, I can’t have a watch or I’ll be checking it every ten seconds, and I have to have a calendar, and I have to plot out things by time, not space–so I really love the idea of a liturgical calendar, these time-markers that let us remember certain aspects of the gospel. The seasons aren’t mandatory, I guess, but like any other discipline, they’re a great help, at least for me.
4. Finally, to inject some fluff: