When I profess my faith on Sundays, I raise my voice at “true God from true God … consubstantial with the Father” to rattle any Arians standing nearby (they are legion, and not always laity). Then I thunder on until I declare that I am looking forward to the Resurrection of the Dead.
In truth, I mentally pole-vault this because I find the Resurrection of the Dead frightening and incomprehensible. But in this season of Advent there is nowhere to hide. Behind the joyful invitation to welcome the Christ-child we are confronted with gospels warning week after week that it’s also the second coming of Jesus we are waiting for.
