DPP :: Dec 3 :: {{story}}

As a very young child our youngest became infatuated with books.  She had an intrinsic connection to the power of story.  I realized this for the first when at 15 months she sat through a very long picture book without moving a muscle (a feat for her even now).  She sat, breathing slowly, bink slack in her mouth until the very end whereupon she flipped all the pages back to the beginning and looking up asked in a bink-muffled lisp, “Again?” ...  I looked imploringly at her nAnna who plopped down in my place to reread the wonder.

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we." ― G.K. Chesterton

Advent is the retelling of the greatest story.Into the world, God speaks.  Into the world, God comes. Into THIS world.  Our world.  His gift of love becomes tangible and we are caught into the wonder that that love came as a helpless babe who grew up only to die to give us hope.  So, we gather around the Story again & again as each year passes. It’s as if even we adults turn back the hands of time, becoming one who has an "eternal appetite of infancy", hand the book to our Papa and ask childishly, "Again?"