A God so fragile and delicate.

It's Advent. A time of waiting. A time of mourning. A time of hope. A time of grief.

A time when we find ourselves shaking our fists at a seemingly absent God. A time when we find ourselves sitting at God's feet, wondering if all our hoping has been a wasted effort. A time when we return. Hoping again. At least one more time.

This Advent is a time when we…