The anxiety is returning. Without even the decency to creep in, it’s more looming and roaring like a thunderstorm you can see coming from across the river.

COVID cases are exponentially increasing, the days are dramatically shorter and darker, and Emmanuel’s birth still feels so far away–that spark of light that comes in the darkest of December nights.

As we’re consistently warned through school, seminary students are especially susceptible to spiritual anorexia as we focus impossible am...