Guest post by Julianne Van’t Land
To the one who is bracing herself for the Advent season, I see you.
Week after week, Sunday after Sunday, you rise early to a house full of children or roommates or a home empty with echoes. You will yourself out of bed and into the shower, wishing the hot water could rinse away the weary weight you carry. You dress and head to church, rehearsing in your head what you’ll say when people ask you how you’re doing and why you haven’t signed up for the fundraiser/bible study/sunday school class. You successfully arrive a few minutes late to slip in unnoticed among the people who have been your closest friends and family. They are experiencing God in a powerful way, earnest voices ring out with joy and passion, arms raising around you. You spend the time fidgeting and battling your cynicism (do they really feel something that powerful?) and trying to figure out just how much you need to participate to keep the questions at bay. Because, let’s face it, nobody wants to hear about your deconstructed faith during the passing of the peace.



