We knock at the door of Christmas, hanging wreaths, decorating cookies, wrapping gifts. It's a whirlwind of activity for many. We can get tangled in our own tinsel, trip on the extensions cords running hither and yon, fall into the trap of too much.
Peace on Earth? Not in the checkout line at WalMart.
Good will to all? Not when three people want the last toy on the shelf. THE last toy of its kind. That's more "its every man for himself".
Wow.
For those of us who profess to be Christians there is the added aspect of the Advent season itself -- celebrating the birth of our Savior even as we await the time of His coming again. A foot in each of two separate worlds?
No wonder the season fills the most hardy souls amongst us with dread and probably fills psychiatric offices with patients new and old! We get caught up. Too caught up?Isn't it more a time when we should be filled with joy? With wonder? With awe? Or can't we, at the very least, slow down, take time to reflect a bit? After all the window behind us is soon closing on another year while the window in front of us is opening to yet another.
As someone who loves all aspects of the written word, including writing itself, I always cast the new year in the role of a blank page. What will we write on it? What will be written on it for us? Its a piece of history, both personal and otherwise.
The bells of Christmas will hardly cease pealing when the bells ushering in a new year will begin chiming. Let's be awake for them. Let's be active participants on the next page of life.
What'cha think? Let's dive through that open window head first.
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