Welcome to the Advent Reader
Anticipating the Coming King in a Changing Reality
Amy Bratton is the Director of Operations & Publishing for the New Leaf Network and the project manager for the Canadian Multivocational Ministry Project. She lives in Saskatoon, SK with her husband, Tim, and their two sons, Oswald and Ira. She is a lay leader at Riversdale Neighbours church and an Adjunct Professor with Rocky Mountain College in the area of Spiritual Formation. She writes and speaks about the history of Christian spirituality, with a focus on the early Methodist understanding of Christian maturity known as “perfect love.” Read more from her in her book Witnesses of Perfect Love: Narratives of Christian Perfection in Early Methodism.
Welcome to the third annual New Leaf Advent Reader. We are so glad you are here with us to journey through Advent while reflecting on change and disruption.
I don’t like change. My husband will confirm that for you. But, to be more precise, I don’t like change that I didn’t initiate. I’m all for changing things that are broken, but I struggle when something I think is perfectly fine is suddenly different. For example, I am more disturbed than I would like to admit by the fact that Google recently changed their logos and now even the little alert logo on my phone to tell me there is an email waiting for me is different. There is no need to change that!!
Okay. Deep breath. I’m okay.
I think it’s partly that I just have so little margin for more disruption this year in particular. It takes energy for me to adjust to something changing that I wanted to just stay put. Small things like my husband rearranged our bookshelves and I could find things. And big things like relationships being put on hold when we can’t see each other face-to-face.
I like it when I can take something that is constant for granted and focus on things that actually need my attention. And I have used so much energy since March making new plans every time the shifting reality of public safety has changed around me. Even the positive changes as restrictions lifted during the summer was stressful for me. When stores opened again I still couldn’t go back to the “before times” and just go on auto-pilot and do a few errands. Everything has been more complicated this year.
In the midst of this complicated year, there have been blessings. One of those blessings has been the way that we have been able to make connections with people all across the country more easily online. Because if you are down the street or across Canada we all went online this year to stay healthy and safe. At New Leaf, we went online at the end of March and we were so happy to find a neighbourhood of friends there! The change and disruption forced our hand to use the technology we had always used for business meetings to start creating a network of learning and support. And we are so grateful for that change because it meant we met so many of you this year!
So as we walk through Advent together, I invited some of these new friends and some friends that have been with us for a while, to reflect on Advent scripture texts from the lectionary and on the theme of change and disruption from their experience and in their context. You will receive these reflections daily in your inbox or you can find them on our website.
As you read, if you think of friends that would be blessed by the Advent Reader, please do share these reflections with them. Let them know where they can sign up!
One of the ways we have been connecting online since the pandemic pushed us online is through our Learning Centre, a weekly interactive Zoom call on a topic with a Canadian voice of wisdom. For the season of Advent, we will be featuring a few of our writers and making space to reflect together on the Advent Reader articles. Join us for the interactive sessions on Thursdays at 1:30 pm (Eastern time) or sign up and view the recordings of the sessions afterwards.
Thank you for journeying with us. We are glad you are here!
Blessings,
Amy Bratton
New Leaf Advent Reader editor
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Hope is an audacious thing. It’s this fine silver thread that weaves itself in and through our hearts and binds us to Possibility in a way that defies reason and explanation. We trust Hope, against all odds. We see it, that fine silver thread, glimmering in the darkest of spaces, and its beauty is so heartbreakingly breathtaking that all we can do, sometimes, is weep in its presence….
This felt like the worst year of my life. Maybe in retrospect it will not even crack my top five, and I doubt it will crack 2025’s global top billion, but my therapist says not to gaslight myself by making it a competition. In any case, I don’t feel like writing on the Advent Reader themes of Coming Light or Hopeful Presence right now….
I love the unexpected twists in today’s Gospel reading. These departures in the narrative from what we might expect keep us rooted in Advent’s true discipline—watching and waiting in the real, messy details of our lives and the world around us….
What is a true prophet? The frail reed is the religious system of oppression (amongst others) of Creator Sets Free Day. This is Jesus pointing out the failings of a system of life that created barriers to community, barriers to being viewed as a full person, worthwhile in life. He points out that these things are happening not because cure is the only way to be included in life and have value….
For me, reflecting on 2025 is filled with moments of excitement and joy, but also moments of deep personal sorrow. Maybe that's why I was drawn to the lectionary reading of Ruth. It’s the resilient story of two women, Ruth and Naomi, daughter-in-law and mother-in-law. After experiencing the deep sorrow of losing their husbands, they find themselves in a period of placing one foot in front of the other, despite the unknown destination…
“Dear Nick,” one fan wrote. “I’m feeling empty and more cynical than ever. I’m scared to pass these feelings on to my little son.” Australian rock legend Nick Cave, 68, invites fans to ask him anything, typically responding with deep compassion to one person per week. The letters are honest and raw, shot through with spiritual longing…
The vision that unfolds in Isaiah 11:1–10 is heart-stopping. We begin with a picture of new life, new possibilities springing from death: “A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit.” This isn’t just poetic language. It’s a promise that when all seems lost, God brings something new….
In the British comedy Monty Python and the Holy Grail, there is a scene that is ancient and yet so contemporary. The legendary King Arthur appears before a peasant named Dennis to ask for directions…
Here’s an ancient and revolutionary idea I’d like to introduce to you this Advent season: You are the light of the world.
You may read this and say, “Really? What’s so revolutionary about that? Did Jesus not say that?”
Yes, he did…
Welcome to the 2025 New Leaf Advent Reader. We have been offering Advent reflections from the New Leaf community since 2018, and we are glad to bring you reflections again this year. Here at New Leaf, the team is so grateful for the community that contributes …
Every year since my kids were old enough to anticipate Christmas, I have hoped to add practices to our family routines to mark the days of Advent with a touch of the sacred among the commercialism that crowds in at this time of year. So far, I have had little success making space for my idealism, and this year is no exception…
I start decorating my home for Christmas early. It isn’t really out of excitement, more practicality. Thanksgiving is actually my favourite holiday, so over the years, I’ve collected a bunch of decor for the earlier celebration. Orange is my favourite colour, fall is my favourite season and way back when I was a varsity athlete, Thanksgiving was the only weekend in the fall term I had enough days off in a row to go home. Then as a pastor, it was the main holiday I had the most flexibility around my work…
Water is life. We need it to survive. A hot July afternoon has us craving for multiple glasses of the cold stuff. Water is also comfort. Nothing beats a steaming cup of chai on a chilly December morning. But water outside my body, especially deep water, is a different matter altogether. It presents itself as danger…
There is a big difference between a paper cut and a stab wound. Though some might argue that a papercut hurts much more, it heals quickly, and soon you forget all about it. It was just a little cut and, after all, the paper didn’t mean to hurt you. Stab wounds, on the other hand, are rarely accidental…
Welcome to this place outside where you were told the Light lived.
Welcome to a place of fear-filled change, mighty rest, or rebellious hope…
I live in Regina, SK, on Treaty 4 Territory, where it is pretty dark this time of year.
I love it.
I savour it.
When it starts to dissipate, I find myself thinking fondly about when it will return the following year…
This year, four of my closest friends are navigating their first Christmas after separating in their respective marriages. As a child of divorced parents myself, Christmas is always a reminder of relationships unravelled. This year our community is unravelling further still. My heart yearns for the contrast of cold weather and warm homes, for hot drinks over long conversations, for a peaceful break from the hectic rhythms of the year, while my mind knows some of those conversations will be heavier this year…
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I teach World Religions at a Christian university in Ontario, and the course material often disrupts the Christianized world of some of the students. For many, taken-for-granted notions about other religions and their adherents are shaken up, and mostly in a good way…
It has been such a pleasure walking through the Advent season with you. This has become such an important resource for so many across North America. We continue to be surprised and delighted by all the folks who choose to take this annual advent journey with us. So thank you from the bottom of our leafy hearts for being a part of this…
Take a moment and read Luke 1:68-79.
There once was a man, trained in the scriptures and a tradition, who could not bear children with his wife. One day they received a word from God that they indeed will have a child. What’s more, this child will DO something. This child would somehow be a catalyst for change in their world. And their world needed a catalyst…
I stopped being a child in 2018. I stopped seeing the sun in 2019. I stopped knowing the difference between truth and faith in 2020. I stopped living in 2021. Time had turned on its head and flipped me off. This was the battlefront, and I was ill-equipped…
I came across a google doc in my files the other day called “Christmas in our Bubble!”
Don’t be fooled by that exclamation mark. It’s not true enthusiasm but a stubborn attempt to force some cheer onto our family’s plans for December 25, 2020…
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There is a small forest near my home that I love to walk in at dusk. The trail is well-worn. My feet know the way by heart. Why do I choose this trail time and again? There are certainly ones that are more peaceful and full. Maybe it's because God and I have done a lot of business there together. I've looked for His divine presence in the soft pine needles on the earthen floor on more than one occasion. I've added a lot of tearful prayers to the sounds of gently swaying trees as night falls…
As I reflect on today’s scripture readings and read in John how the religious people of the day denied Christ, it makes me think of those who are skeptical of reconciliation, those who are so comfortable with this present life that they do not want to think of our past history and the life’s journey of Indigenous people who have survived residential school or descendants who are suffering from inter-generational trauma. I have to ask the question, “What would Jesus do?” “Who does He call us to be?” “How do we obey the Great Commandment?”
As we reach the end of the Advent season, it’s not lost on me that the reflection I’ve been asked to write falls on December 22nd; the arrival of the winter solstice and the longest night of the year.
The reality of encroaching darkness has been with us for some time, and perhaps – like me – you’ve had to fight the urge to crawl into bed by 5:00 pm as your body tries to tell you it’s time for sleep, and the daylight seems to last only for an instant…