I’ll never forget looking across the plastic purple tablecloths to my then-five-year-old, Lydia, sitting next to one of the saints of our church. Bob, who was about 80 at the time, was helping Lydia string together the beads of an Advent bracelet: two purple beads, one pink, one purple, and finally a gold star bead for Christmas Eve.
As they placed the beads on the bra...