The week before Christmas has to be the biggest role clash possible for women in ministry. As mothers we're traditionally assigned the role of "making Christmas": baking, shopping, wrapping, decorating, writing cards and so on. As a pastor I have to be attentive to preparations for one of those times the church will be very, very full, and I have to write a sermon that I suspect no one will hear above the din of little voices and the anticipation of all those presents.
And I just can't do it. I planned ahead this year. I started early. I have done all the organized, time-saving things one is supposed to do, and I still feel utterly unprepared. If it were just me and Will at home, I wouldn't mind at all, but there are two children at home who seem barely aware that Christmas is coming. On the one hand, that's fine. I want them to enjoy being with family, when we finally have time to do so Christmas Day, and to appreciate the wonder of the story, which I know my daughter does. (The holy family are hands down her favorite "pretend" characters 12 months of the year).
All this is a way of saying why I'm not blogging more these days. Those of you craving more from me (not that you should) should cruise over to my friend Jenell's blog for some wonderful reflections on gender, mothering, life of the mind and so on. There are too many good posts for me to pick a favorite.
Fortunately, I'm a huge liturgical snob and can even feel a bit self-righteous that we don't have a Christmas tree up at home yet. Thank goodness for the 12 days, when the church will be relatively quiet and I might have time to actually do one of those Martha Stewart-y crafts in the magazine rack at home.