Sweet moments running through my mind all day of Christmases past, present and future.
The meaning of this holiday has often been lost and perhaps never yet fully understood, the Christian roots grafted on over the centuries, not at all based on fact (some experts say Christ was actually born in July), and in recent decades have been lost in a pursuit of gifts, Christ faded farther and farther into the distance as Santa Claus has become ever more prominent.
Yet whatever those roots may or may not be, Christmas was surely meant to be a celebration of Love.
Love for a higher power because we are not that, only an extension of the divine.
Love for one another, beginning with our own families, because it is within our families that we first learn about love, and from there, extend it to others.
Love, perhaps at its best, when offered to a stranger.
To love without guarantee, without return, without knowing, without judging, without attachment.
To love across lines of politics, races, genders, ethnicity, choices of lifestyle.
To love so profoundly that we no longer talk of taking up arms, but instead open ours to one another.
Simply to love, knowing that we are all, every one of us, with fault.
And loving anyway.
In the spirit of Love, wishing a merry Christmas to all of you, family, friends, friends yet to be.
May the Spirit touch you and move you.
|Christmas at Z Acres|