Book Review: To Dance With God

So it begins! The most anticipated time of the year, the Advent season. I love this time of year! But I just hate that last stressful crunch between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It leaves me distracted, tired and completely unprepared for the Promise of Christ. It leaves me no room for the contemplation that should happen during that time, during Advent.

Four years ago my good friend, Kim, introduced me to a book that revolutionized my families Advent season. It’s called “To Dance with God” by Gertrud Mueller Nelson and published by the Paulist Press. If you want to truly have more meaning in your Advent and Christmas season this book is a must read.

Admittedly, you should start on Advent preparation way before the first day of Advent, which happens to be November 27^th this year. However, don’t be daunted. Use reading this book as your own personal Advent this year. Don’t be tempted to add anything to your Advent or Christmas season this year. Okay, maybe one or two things but that’s it! You will be overwhelmed and throw the whole thing out if you try anything more. Also, realize that Ms. Nelson has had years and years of practice. She’s like the Martha Steward of family ritual and community celebration. She’s incredible!

Also, don’t be daunted by your family’s protestations to new traditions. No matter how old they are you can make your Advent and Christmas seasons richer and deeper. I promise they will warm up to it!

Warmly,

Kristen

Comments

Smith Family said…

I'm looking forward to checking this book out.

November 28, 2011 at 10:15 PM

Nancy Thomas said…

You've convinced me. I want to get this for my kids (and grandkids). Thank you.

November 30, 2011 at 11:11 AM

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