In Advent, we remember. We retell the very same story every year because there isn’t a better story to tell. The gospel is the greatest story ever told.
But more days than I’d like, I feel like a square peg in a round hole. Everyone here is lovely. Really, very lovely. But they’ve known each another for ten, fifteen, twenty years. I’m not sure I want to know the answer to this, but Is that how long it will take for me to find my place here?