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The goal of disciplined piano practice is not to master the piano.

In our roughly 12x12 family office (with about 6.5-foot ceilings, I might add), I embarrassingly have 39 items with a San Francisco 49ers logo on them. 

There are so many things wrong with this. Not with the fact, but with the title. 

A therapist once pointedly suggested that I was experiencing shame. I promptly suggested she was wrong.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was, without a doubt, a great leader.

But he was a great follower first.

Right now the Internet is full of predictions, invitations to new year’s resolutions, and promises about what 2017 could be with the right [insert latest product/diet/happy thought here].

If I, a woman, were to write the gospel of the entry of God into the world as one of us, I’m pretty sure I would not start with his human genealogy, as Matthew does. 

Advent is a season of anticipation. Anticipation for a Savior to bring light into a dark world. But it has a melancholy tenor to it. It’s the time before the joyous celebration of Jesus’ birth that we remember at Christmas. A time of uncertainty.

The Nicene Council decided that the triune Godhead is fully present in Jesus, in whom the reality of God’s love for humanity is demonstrated. Furthermore, and most importantly for our understanding of missional Christianity, the incarnation implies our participation in this fallen world’s healing.

For the time being, I’m ignoring the toys and socks strewn across my living room to sit on my couch and drink tea.