The few days after December 25th may be some of the strangest days of the year with the climax of Christmas behind us and the dreary winter months ahead. At least for me, the heightened expectation of gifts and family is now replaced by a melancholy nonchalance accompanied by the looming question of "what do we do now?"
We wanted to compile a list of movies that get at the real heart of the Advent season. Some take place in a Christmas setting but the majority are probably the most un-Christmassy Christmas movies you’ve ever heard of. So toss a yule log on the fire, grab the popcorn, and snuggle up under a blanket – here are our top picks.
Recently, I received a bit of an Advent jolt thanks to art critic and theologian Dan Siedell. In his book Who's Afraid of Modern Art?: Essays on Modern Art and Theology in Conversation, Seidell tells the engrossing story of the controversy surrounding the work below: The image, created by American artist Andrés Serrano, seems rather innocuous –... Continue Reading →
Buster Scruggs forces us to look at ourselves and state the facts: the relationships you have, break, and start, the journey you’re on, the goals you’ve set, the places you’ve been, the home you’ve built and the plans you make have no bearing on the fact that you’re going to die. At the end of the movie, it’s like the directors chuckle as they peer into the hearts of their viewers and smugly say, “What? We’re just being honest.”
"We must not take flight to a better land or to some height or other unknown, nor to any spiritual Cloud-Cukcooland nor to a Christian fairyland. God has come into our life in its utter unloveliness and frightfulness."
Hey, folks. Tune in to our new seasonal playlist with this variety pack of new and old, slow jams, and bangers. From our hearts to yours.
The documentary is shot with the same winsomeness in which the show was created, the pacing a tangible ode to the deliberate cadence of Fred Rogers. Much of the acclaimed film doubles as a remedy to the soul - each one of the Fred Rogers stories a unique band-aid for particular wounds.
Shout out to Caleb Gotthardt for passing on this stellar poem by Mary Karr. Enjoy. Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you could be cured with a hot bath, says God from the bowels of the subway. but we want magic, to win the lottery we never bought a ticket for.... Continue Reading →