So, we have a family tradition that we've done since the kids were small. Each year, we set up an Advent wreath to guide us along the Advent season toward the crux of it, when Christ is born. There is a great crescendo all season long, leading up to that hour where Divinity meets human flesh and changes the world forever. All season, we are waiting, listening to the swell of the music as it gets louder and louder, catapulting us to that sacred moment where Heaven meets earth and matter and spirit are united. I observe that we so long to get to that point, that we turn our heads away from the build-up and the waiting. But so many beautiful and important moments are found on the way. Advent is a season of waiting and preparing. As we gather around our Advent wreath each week and light a new candle, we tell ourselves the beautiful story and are moved yet again by the implications of "word becoming flesh". Last night, on the first Sunday of Advent, we lit our first candle. It is the prophecy candle, or the candle of hope, observing prophecy that has been fulfilled in Jesus. After reading the prophetical scripture from Isaiah, I played a song. It wasn't your typical Advent song, but it was the song that captures the Spirit of Advent for me this year. To experience the song, click on the link.