It's Friday and I'm sitting by our Christmas tree. I could sit here all day, just writing, thinking, dreaming, and reading. I know that December 25th is a constructed holiday, that most probably the birth of Christ did not happen in winter, yet I am so grateful that we have this joy to brighten days that could feel too long in their gloom; too sad and cold and lifeless. Instead, for a brief time we get tree lights and the Advent, the anticipation of a birth that changed the world.
I miss my dad this Christmas. It's the little things - talking to him on the phone, ordering an LL Bean sweater for him, buying him small gifts. He was a wonderful man to buy gifts for - always appreciative, always surprised. I miss his smile and his enthusiasm for life. I miss his presence. Those people who we lose are never too far from us. We can be reminded by the smallest things that they are gone. Tears come unexpectedly, but I am reminded in these thoughts and memories that to love is to hurt.
We usually have a houseful, but this Christmas it will just be a few of us. These are the times when I'm grateful for good friends to share Christmas Eve, grateful that through the changes life brings, there is a foundation of faith - not in an outcome, but in a God whose very character is consistent. In the words of my sister-in-law, Tami, he is "Utterly faithful and completely unpredictable".
In this Christmas edition of #Onlythegood, there are a few lovely things to share.The first is this beautiful piece by One Voice Children's Choir. My brother Stan shared it and I've listened to it several times. I've included the words for you to ponder.
A baby born on a Pakistan International Airlines Flight!On December 12th, on a flight from Medina, Saudi Arabia to Multan, Pakistan a woman gave birth to a baby girl. The airline staff handled it beautifully and all is well. The baby girl will fly free for the rest of her life!
My friend Rachel has a book deal! She will be writing the story of Annalena Tonelli!
Plough Nabs Bio of 'Somalia's Mother Teresa'"Sam Hine, acquisition editor at Plough, took world rights to the first English-language yet-to-be-titled biography of Annalena Tonelli, often referred to as Somalia's Mother Teresa. An Italian native, Tonelli's story features her work in East Africa, including tuberculosis and HIV/AIDS prevention and treatment campaigns, establishing special schools for deaf, blind, and disabled children, and ultimately, her murder in 2003 which remains unsolved. The book will be written by American expat and journalist Rachel Pieh Jones, and it is expected to be published in fall 2019."
New York Today: Alone in an Empty CityThis is a beautiful essay about New York City when everyone leaves.
"Computer screens gone dark. Unanswered emails. Co-workers hauling luggage to meetings so they can head straight to Grandma's. And for some of us, the unglamorous response to the question, 'Where are you going for the holidays?' At first, we feel a pang - the kind that sets in as we hug loved ones goodbye at airport security or watch their taxi pull away, only to remember we're going home alone. But then we become the lucky ones. We get to watch the city boil down to its barest form. And, like a candle burning brighter as it melts away the wax, this empty New York becomes more radiant than ever." Quote from my friend Jo:I thought you might like this quote from a book I'm reading (Crossing Borders) by Sergio Troncoso a Mexican American writer who writes about his two cultures.
"I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone."Lastly, my husband and I went to see the Star Wars movie last night. It is non-stop action, tension, and humor. The best line for me was this one: " You don't win by fighting what you hate, but by saving what you love" said by a lovely new character - Rose.
And with that I'll wish you a Merry Christmas. May it be a time of contemplation and joy that is much deeper than happiness. It's hard to believe that 6 years ago I began writing. Thank you for reading, emailing, sharing, and making this into a space on the interwebz that doesn't hurt the world.
With love to all of you,
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