Erickson's advent text was fresh, unique, thought provoking, and really beautiful. I read this throughout the Christmas season and finished it on Epiphany (January 6th) and many times throughout the season thoughts, phrases, or images from Erickson popped into my mind or brought a fresh revelation to my holiday traditions. I actually had this book both in hard copy and on Audible, so it was a very multi-sensory experience. Erickson is first and foremost an artist, and each of the 25 advent readings has a unique, captivating image to begin. Those images need to be seen to fully appreciate and encapsulate this advent experience, but I often found myself staring at the images while I listened to the audio of the chapter, and I was mesmerized by both.
My one hesitation with this book, of which Erickson is very cognizant, is that fact that he is a man and as such has not carried or birthed a child. He has seen his wife do these things, but his positionality in the text does create one degree of seperation between his experience and those he is describing. This isn't his fault, but I thought that if perhaps he had co-written the book with his wife who *had* experienced these realities there could have been even more depth of meaning.
My favorite images were the ones that pictured the humanity and fragility of the mother Mary and the baby Jesus. Chapters like "Sacred," "Breaking," "Attention," and "Need" started with images of Mary or Jesus or both in human, real, positions-- not as a madonna and child with halos over their heads. As a second time mother to a baby just over four months old, these images felt raw and revelatory. They were human *just like* we are human, and I was truly awed by the majesty and mystery of that this season. As Erickson ends each chapter with a hope for the reader, I hope that you will pick up this book now or in the next advent season to also walk this honest journey of wonder.