I want to take a moment and muse a bit about the holidays. Just let me get the curmudgeonly stuff out of the way first. Like: I keep expecting to see
a big new sign over the Manger that says, TRUMP. And then there is the de rigueur mention of the commercialization of Christmas, which is true,
and fairly disgusting, but you know that. And then there is the absolutely arbitrary celebration of our new calendar.
It is easy to find fault with the holidays, to point out all the shallowness that comes roaring in with them like the next nor’easter. As it is difficult to see across the street when the winds are blowing the snow sideways down your block, so it is difficult to see the simple and abiding message that has found a home in this season of the year. The reminder that new life can be born in the most unlikely of places; that when the frigid air settles in and the source of warmth and light seems to be slipping away, it turns around and begins the slow increase that leads to Spring; that just when all seems lost and defeated, the light of Hope can be found burning in the midst of it all; that when the life around us gets discouraging, we are reminded of the principles which can make that life strong and healthy – among them unity, creativity, and faith. Even in that most arbitrary of holidays, New Years, there is the opportunity to pause and turn over a new page in our lives, to begin again.
The key to it all is in the pause. It is never too late to take one. Take the time to step away, to be still, to see through all the glitz and glitter to what makes this time of year truly special: joy, love, peace, and hope. May they be with you now, and in the year to come. Read more...