It's been sometime since I have posted, not because I have not been pondering many thoughts, but because of caution given the season.
This is the one time in the year when it seems that everyone is cheerful (aside from the current political morass). Oops!
Just last week my Christmas Queen, LaDonna commented on how pleasant it would be if everyone could somehow remain in this moment of "good cheer."
Decorating our home seems to bring out of her such glee!
I tend to be more the curmudgen of the two of us, myself more consistent than seasonal, constantly in search of hidden truths.
Be it a harkening to the Spirit or some addiction-like need to write, my hope is that I might discover truths that remedy some of the madness that so contrasts the season which we now celebrate, and in fact, often occupies the majority of our days.
Just call me Scrooge, though to me it's about living in reality! Oh, I truly have a deep sense of joy with life, and am quite happy with it all, just less in need of celebrations. I guess I like results more than temporary distractions.
Don't get me wrong, I love the season of Christmas as it does provide both a respite and a recall of the One who is the true "reason for the season." Yet there does exist a dimension of purpose behind life itself, and one greater than simple success and longevity.
Perhaps my love affair with nature provides sufficient hope in itself, for it is in Creation that I most see Christ revealed. Religion too often tends to be more talk than demonstration, though we all need our weekly and seasonal reminders.
For me however, each new sunrise, the evening expanse of a starry sky, the warmth of a loving pup lovingly nuzzling against my feet each morning, all provide evidence of the "more to life than meets the eye", which causes me to daily ruminate upon spiritual realities that too often seem to escape the average Joe and Jill!
Either way, be it by special holidays, religious gatherings or the mysteries of nature, glimpses of hope are a necessity, otherwise life would have little meaning and we would likely lose our hope; and yes, some sadly still do.
I may be sounding cold, even arrogant, but my tendency is to trust the anchor of my soul moreso than to await the momentary relief that this now overly commercialized holiday season can offer.
In doing so, each year of my life has long born sufficient evidence of purpose for my life, with unique milestones left along the way, some even in brick and mortar.
Hopefully such evidence will provide hope for those who come behind me, long after the Christmas tissue that decorated unneeded gifts has been discarded.
Find your purpose, follow your heart and share your love year round!
Just being real!
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