I love this time of year but am also the sort of person who sees the glass as half empty and half full all at the same time—a realist, if you will. So I realize that this time of year is all mixed up with positives and negatives. Merry Christmas to all, with some Bah, Humbug, too.
I love the giving. We share gifts at this time of year with family and friends, colleagues and strangers, even faceless people whose names we learn from angel trees. We give a lot, and as we do we celebrate words like Believe. Hope. Joy. Peace.
And then we go and buy more and more stuff like it’s going out of style, which it is, but we can’t seem to help ourselves. I hate that part. The commercialism, the consumerism, and lots of other –isms that are better described as Greed. We crave More and can’t find Enough.
All that jumbled together in one season.
And then there are the people. Those merrily singing that it’s the hap-happiest time of the year, and those mired in depression. Those lavishly decorating cozy houses, and those sleeping outside in the dark and cold.
This entire semester, one of our amazing students planned an event she called, Sleep in the Square, that occurred this past weekend. The entire point was to raise awareness regarding homelessness in our local community. As she so eloquently put it, “A night for friends and strangers alike to gather and hear stories of those who have experienced homelessness, attempt to sleep while exposed to the elements of the outdoors, and encounter an evening filled with transparent cross-cultural conversations.”
We did all of that—we gathered, heard, attempted, and encountered. I was amazed by our students and their friends who slept out in the cold (pictured above the next morning), although I went home and slept in a warm bed for a few hours before returning for the closing liturgy of repentance and joy (there’s that dichotomy again!). The experience left me mixed-up just like the season, filled with love and hope, right alongside a sobering realization of my undeserved privileges and weakness.
Sometimes I feel that I should apologize for pointing out the dueling natures at this time of year—until I remember that the Christ-ian story underlying Christ-mas is exactly that kind of story.
‘Tis a mixed up season, one that reminds us that It’s a Wonderful-but-Messy Life.
I look forward to and always enjoy your short essays. Today’s installment ranks as one of my absolute favorites. The duality of our Christian story is magnified by the season. Thank you for gracefully and empathetically communicating your observations in a way that resonates.
All the best, Hillary
On Mon, Dec 9, 2019 at 3:40 AM Starting to Look Up wrote:
> Al Sturgeon posted: ” I love this time of year but am also the sort of > person who sees the glass as half empty and half full all at the same > time—a realist, if you will. So I realize that this time of year is all > mixed up with positives and negatives. Merry Christmas to all,” >
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That means so much to me, Hillary. Thank you!!