Apparently, there is a strong historical convention for writing Xmas in place of Christmas. It is not an abomination to Christ nor an attempt to take Jesus out of Christmas. Rather, this abbreviation relates to the Greek letter chi and the use of this letter by printers as a way to save money. Xmas has been in use for several centuries! It should still be pronounced "Christmas."
Good history lesson there. Always fun to learn new things. Now, back to studying physics; I've got a killer final tonight. The semester of craziness is almost done! Finals wrap up by next Friday, and then I get a month of fun break where I can catch up my backlog and hopefully share a lot of pictures and stories from the last few months.
I go to church in a nearby city that happens to be home to not one but two liberal arts colleges. We have a congregation full of families, and there are tons of little ones at the front on any given Sunday. Because of the colleges, we happen to have a lot of children who are a bit . . . precocious.
Today, the minister was talking about the third Sunday of Advent. See, it's the Sunday with the pink candle (as opposed to the three purple candles that mark the other Sundays of Advent). There's just one more Sunday to go before our celebration of Christmas here in the Christian church. And our minister explained that the candle is a different color because we're all just so excited for Advent and waiting is hard. The candle is kind of like a little squeal of excitement.
Apparently, the candle evokes gaudete. Or perhaps this is gaudete Sunday? I was unclear from the children's sermon. Guadete means "to rejoice," so we did a little rejoicing in church. The pastor asked, "should we speak in Latin or English today?" And the little voices? "Latin! English! Latin! English!" in darn near equal proportions.
I think the pastor was a little taken aback, but she rolled with the punches, and we rejoiced in both languages. Because who doesn't need a little bit of Latin with their Sunday service?
I am not a patient person. I've never been one for waiting around. So, for the last several years, I've been saying that I want to get in better shape. Also, for the last several years, I have started and abandoned workout goals with reckless abandon. This summer was a landmark, since I made my "15 miles in August" goal, but I couldn't continue it into September. Somehow, despite enjoying running and even most working out, I can't seem to make it stick.
I attribute my lack of apparent progress to my impatience. What, I didn't lose weight? But I ran 15 miles. Gosh, nothing I do is going to make my body change! I might as well be happy how I am.
However, a few days ago, I found something that has me rethinking this stance.