Friday, December 27, 2013


From  Wishful Thinking: A Theological ABC by Frederick Buechner.

"Of the seven deadly sins anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll your tongue over the prospect of bitter confrontations yet to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back – in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you."

That entry really hit home this year. This is probably the first holiday season I've almost been glad when Christmas was over. All this "War On Christmas" bullshit had gotten really, really old. I wish I could remember the website this link originated on. I don’t remember the exact words, but the gist of the message was, “I plan to offend as many people as possible by wishing them a Merry Christmas.”

I’m assuming (maybe I’m wrong) that the creator of the poster is a Christian of some persuasion. Ahem, this  is Christmas. Birth of the Savior. Birth of the prophesied Messiah. It’s a time for rejoicing. Right? So why are you acting like Ebeneezer Scrooge instead of Bob Cratchit. You might as well be mumbling Bah, Humbug in instead of Merry Christmas. Instead of worrying about whether the local school kids are singing Joy to World or Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, try singing them yourself. Really put yourself into it. After all, what you get out of Christmas does not depend on what anyone else does, It depends on what YOU do. So get crackin' in time for next Christmas. 

At least the Grinch’s heart was only two sizes too small. Probably couldn't find yours with a GPS, a map, a sextant, a microscope and a flashlight. 

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