A Christmas Decree

Some excerpts from posts in the world wide web that got my attention in the last week:

Does this way we celebrate Jesus’ birth shout love, grace and peace or does it leave the have-nots feeling more empty, more alone and more broken than ever?

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The days truly are evil and the steady march of time has a numbing effect. We have work to go to, bills to pay, parties to plan, housework to attend to, TV shows to watch. Being vigilant doesn’t mean not doing those things—but it does mean being intentional about which of those things to do and when. To make a choice with each minute and hour, knowing that time is precious and once past, is past forever.

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Finally, we sent a decree into the land: All children of ours shall be home for dinner Monday evening, to enjoy one another’s company, to light the Advent candles, and to decorate the tree, while festively drinking hot cocoa and eggnog (dammit!).

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I look at the mysteries in my own life and while there are days they make me want to weep, right now I look at them with awe. Such possibility awaits. Anything could happen today, next week, next year.

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“Maybe you’ll be artist.” I said, hoping to encourage him. “Maybe you already are.”

His answer was as quick as a his shifting third grade body. “Nah.”

I cocked my head.

“My parents want me to be an engineer.” And he walked away.

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It should be noted that Level One Christmas decorating has not been achieved since I let my prescription for Adderall lapse over four years ago.

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We are your people, walking in darkness, yet seeking the light.


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