The first time I went to a theme park as a kid? I don't remember a lot of details. Most of it's an over-excited blur to me. My mom swears I literally exploded when we got there.
One thing I do remember, the way it felt when she said it was time to go. I knew I couldn't stay, but I didn't want to leave. The rides, the characters, all of it - I knew I was going to miss it.
The Church is really into Christmas. Really into Christmas. And the Church does Christmas longer than anyone else. But this Sunday (finally), even the Church knows it's time to go.
Only we're not just dragging our way back to the parking lot because everything's done. There's something going on here. Something else is about to start.
More on this tomorrow. Readings for the Baptism of the Lord