The Third Sunday of Advent has always fascinated me because of how different it was from most of the rest of the church year, or even the very season it is part of. Nestled near the end of the season of preparation, yes and of penance, that is Advent, we have this Sunday that doesn’t seem to belong. This sense of not belonging starts with the customary name of this day, for it is the only day in Advent that has its own special name. And that sense of not belonging increases as one enters into a church on this day and sees instead of the somber deep blue or violet of Advent the light pastel color rose in the vestments.
This is the Revised Common Lectionary sermonizing archive.