Just like any other smartphone, mine doesn't always live up to its name. Yes, it's smart enough to know that when I type the word 'happy' I'll invariably follow it with 'birthday' or 'feast, but its autocomplete hasn't yet worked out that, in addition to English, I often send messages in Italian or Spanish. It also fails to appreciate the finer points of religious language. I must have typed the word Advent at least a dozen times this week, and each time, my phone has assumed I really mean Adventure.
Unsurprisingly, the two words have started to become interchangeable for me; and so, I have found myself reflecting on what this Advent adventure is trying to say to me. At first glance, Advent - that season of waiting and preparing, in winter darkness yet also in joyful hope - doesn't feel like what we usually mean by an adventure. There's nothing inherently risky or hazardous about it; no need to turn into Indiana Jones, even when we talk about braving crowds. Advent can be exciting, yes, but in a quiet, understated, non-perilous way.