I have to admit I'm one of those annoyingly p.c. people who somewhere along the way started saying "happy holidays" instead of "merry christmas." Actually I never thought of it as annoying or particularly p.c. until one of those new reverse p.c. virtual people ( you know, the ones that tell you how everyone else in your demographic thinks but you never actually meet a real person who thinks like that?), told me it was so. Funny, though, in an effort to be inclusive and thoughtful, I seem to be guilty of somehow watering down what I believe. Or so I'm told. Oh well, I guess I better quit this line of thought before sarcasm sucks me in even deeper.
All that sparkles is not snark. I know, I should be arrested for flagrant punning in a non-malaprop zone. My punishment is to go read something uplifting and happy re-gifting.
And if it still feels like none of what's going on in the world right now makes any sense at all - you're right! But it's impossible to feel grateful and guilty at the same time (that's my blurb for the day, except it's true), or rather, humbled and bitter don't co-exist well. So I'm trying to focus on the certainty that " . . . in Him there is no darkness at all" and that "He is faithful and just to forgive us . . ." and of course that "whatever you did for the least of these brothers of mine you did for me . . ." while reconciling it all with this faltering, fainting flesh of mine that is so painfully afraid of the cold.
If I despise anything at all it's the bone-shivering, utter black, miserable COLD of winter. But lately the "hate" part of me seems to be a waste of energy when I have so little to spare. Fitting it is, that becoming a less hating person is no act of virtue at all but a matter of just eventually running out of steam.
". . . became flesh and walked among us." Would I follow Him into a homeless shelter tonight, or can I at least sit here and be genuinely grand-spankin' grateful for all that I have? Okay, cheerio. Good night.