Christmas.
Staying at my family's home still has the uncanny ability to make me rest peacefully despite being on the floor, relax despite the noise level, and feel like a kid on Christmas despite being older now. The holiday was short this year, and didn't quite feel like it should. But it still allowed me to apply the brakes for just a minute. The nativity scene is Santa Claus. Intangible, distant, and essentially fake with its Utopian grandeur. A sometimes helpful reminder to those of us that believe, but a commodity to just about everyone else.
I celebrate a hope for humanity, a division of time among years of silence, a fulfillment of the longing and void in every person since the earliest of times. Perfect. I celebrate an example of how to walk this line, how to love, and how to approach God. Selfless. I celebrate a man who changed countless lives while present on this earth and otherwise. Unmatched. I celebrate a savior with the ability to save us from the one thing we as humanity cannot. Divine.
The nativity scene does nothing to remind me of the reasons I celebrate. Rather, I am reminded when I see glimpses of His example in others, or when I see Him in others.
New Years.
I never make "resolutions," but rather keep a list of things I want to accomplish. I could start by reading the stack of books that have waiting. I want to expand my mind and intellect continuously. Be a constant upward example to others in many facets of life. I would like to build and develop my relationships more intensely-especially those of a spiritual nature. I do not want to be mediocre in anything I do. Embrace Humility. Fight apathy.
I want to listen more.
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I smile when I open my computer and find out that you've blogged just because I'm excited to see what you have to say. I smile again after reading your words because I'm excited about what you've said. I love listening to you.
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