A sermon for the First Sunday of Advent, Year B — Isaiah 64:1-9; Mark 13:24-37 Right on cue, as soon as Thanksgiving turkeys had been picked clean and grandmother’s good china was put away, the Christmas season began in earnest. By Thanksgiving night, pictures of friends’ newly decorated Christmas trees were filling my Facebook newsfeed. But in one of those moments that make me chuckle, perhaps a little too much, one of my wittier Episcopalian friends commented under one such friend’s photo, “Nice Advent bush!” Now many of us, myself included, have already begun decorating our homes, listening to Christmas … Continue reading With Mary, we wait