Heedless of my feelings though, like a force of nature it comes.
For me like most, the season’s approach brings a degree of apprehension,
usually concerning gift-giving. What to buy for whom? How much to spend? How
will I be judged by my gift choices? Our culture unhelpfully adds hyper-indulgence
and desperate nostalgia, like Jersey Shore trying to squeeze into a Norman
Rockwell painting. With the pressure building, we overload the season with
impossible expectations, both our own and other’s. Caught up in the whirlwind,
we seek refuge in a far too narrow definition of “holiday-success” which threatens
to demand total exhaustion of body, heart, and mind.
SELAH
Let us pause and consider whom and what is most important,
and what is not. Let us identify and
plan around whom or what is toxic and stressful, and let us cling to what is good,
and peace-, and love-, and life-giving. Let us treat ourselves and each other
with gentleness and understanding. Let us ask before we assume. Let us feel free
to laugh and to cry, and let us allow each other the same freedom. Church, none
of us are whole creatures. Let us notice the wounds. Let us offer and receive Love
with open eyes, hands, and hearts.
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