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I went into a “Christian” bookstore today, part of a chain, I think. I was looking for an Advent calendar for the wee ones, Advent studies for our Sunday School class, and possibly a creche, also for the wee ones.

I walked around the store, past all the aisles with books by all the prominent televangelists, past the giant Bible selection, past the Veggie Tales section, but couldn’t find what I was looking for. You’d think a “Christian” bookstore would have a whole section on Advent/Christmas, right?

So, I asked the clerk if they had an Advent section — perhaps I had missed seeing it. She looked at me kind of blankly, “You mean like Christmas?” “Um, yes,” I replied. “Hmmm, I don’t think so. . . , but I’ll check with my manager.” OK, yes you do that. I’ll be heading out the door past all those flashy televangelist tomes. Advent stuff. In a “Christian” bookstore. What was I thinking? Silly me.