Eric’s Sunday Sermon; Get Rid of The Guilt for Christmas
A Home Filled With Six Kids And The Best Cook in The World
Just Put Your Hands In The Air and Love Those Blues Away
So funny, yesterday I spoke with a good man of the Christmas faith. He exchanged with me his problem of offending others with his exuberant love of the reason for the season. I am not one of those weirdos that go around being a whacky Christian. Except in my head and heart. But this situation called for a prayer. A begging for a stronger heart. One more filled with love. God help us be stronger and less worried about what others think of us. And work that mystery in us where we do care and so we must be a beacon of light. Take not our faith but take our worry.
There is a place during this wonderful season that just kind of creeps up on you and you find yourself contemplating rather than just running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe some good music driving to your auntie’s house. Maybe just a child getting it, but anxious about getting “it”, how precious. Maybe you get all lucky like me and have the time to serve up Christmas Eve soup kitchen stuff. Or maybe it is with your spouse topping off the tree with an angel or a star.
I admit that I am a 60 years old. But strange as it may be I go to sleep during this time dreaming of Santa and Sugar Plum Fairies. Maybe I should be thinking of money and work to be done. Or maybe I should be thinking about all the fun shopping for Christmas. Maybe I should dream about our Lord in a hay filled barn. But I do not, I lay there for about 47 seconds and think about the joy of giving and then off to la la land. Best sleep of the year.
I especially like doing good things around now. Not just for the giving aspect but others do not have reservations or skepticism in receiving them so it is doubly sweet. Opening that door for some fine lady is not viewed as chauvinism. It seems that when I say “thank you very much”. The receiver actually hears it and gives a moment to thank me back rather than something lame like “no problem”.
My boy and I were outback playing soccer and my boy said to me “look how green that tree is”. Well let me tell you we have been in the throws of Santa Anna winds and major dryness nothing looks real green. Intellectually I knew he was nuts but in my spirit I joined with him, as something about this time of year enhances the plain beauty of life.
Every Corner Of Our Wonderful Celebrates in Their Own Way - Inspiring
This One Reminds Me Of What It Must Have Been to Have The Angels Singing
Can He Be Born Everyday Of The Year?
There is also something about reaching this season that is like an “at a boy”. Perhaps New Years is a beginning but Christmas means we finished the race and at least get a mention in the book of life. For me my children’s birthdays are fun but I really pay attention to their growth at Christmas. Could it be in the fact that every year they seem more giving than the last? Maybe just that their love is maturing or getting more important to them. For me as dad sometimes it is closer to a long sigh that I didn’t screw up too much in the last year or at least it didn’t hurt anyone.
About those lumps of cold. One Christmas I got 5 rocks for presents. What can I say I love rocks. I may get to go to our DAV thrift store this year and get one of those old brass microscopes we used in high school. Of course just for my son ;-) Christmas songs are great this time of year, partly because I stay out of stores and elevators. But mainly because of the great abundance of them on YouTube. For our reading last night we read the lyrics and sang along to Little Drummer Boy which is just fantastic for a little guy. That one just thrusts you into the spirit of Christmas from both a giving perspective and a reason for the season lesson. Listening to Silent Night as I write.
I put up stockings last week. Mine was hand done by a lovely “auntie” type lady. It is exactly 60 years old today. So somewhere is her soul 150 years old from birth. So now is a good spot to talk about Christ’s birthdate. Sorry but my first response is “Who the heck cares?” If we could say that it was everyday would we be less sincere than a particular day. I am very fortunate to have been adopted. My birthdate is ho hum. But my chosen day, the day I was brought home from the hospital, is the big date. My siblings and my children and wife all celebrate that day for real. When was I born? I also like born again Christians and 12 step peoples. Their basic important birthday is quite different from when they were physically born. I could even go with a baby baptism as the date. There is also a good case to be made for inception. (leave that alone for now – too hot to handle)
I Just Like The Setting
Parties are cool but I admittedly shy away. I go to two and have a great time at both. One big company one where my wife works and these are friends of a decade and a half. And one with my four children which is truly heaven sent. It is a real shindig with dance offs, horrible singing and my wife’s famous Pho’. These gettogethers are not on Christmas day. I have not decided on the day for a Christmas dinner at home. Maybe on New Year’s Day. We do not celebrate that Western style we go with the Tet or Chinese New Year. So that would be good as we are all together on that day. And it is a remembrance day for those who died in the Tet offensive including family.
“Giving Thanks Day” maybe is a good name instead of Christmas. I don’t think we could get too much of that. I think the notion of Christ Mass is fairly new and as Masses are basically Catholic it is interesting that we settled on that.
“It is all about me day”. I think we can kind of get wrapped up in that. We each build our own magic house and set out trying to make things fit in with that notion. We need to get over that for very sure. Think of the manger. I do not think that is what Joseph and Mary had in mind. But as the story goes they did not question it and went with the flow of sheep and cows and strange folk showing up for the party. Perhaps a star like the one we emulate atop our trees is the finest gift a child ever has received.
Sorry if this Sermon goes wonkers from here as I am tearing up just feeling the love in thought. I admit to being a fine isolationist. Kind of a family hermit. But wouldn’t be so cool if this served to move someone. Maybe it could be a blessing to someone, especially one alone. Maybe not a gift but just maybe a “stocking stuffer”.
Oh Lord let one and all, great and small get just a bit of the love you show me.