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Friday, December 2. 2005

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Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Charles Dickens

Posted by Bird Dog in Quotidian Quotable Quote (QQQ) at 05:00 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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I hate Christmas. It is one long attempt to pretend to peace, love, joy and freedom that I never feel. I put on a good show, give good presents, act lovingly to the kids. But am miserable beneath the facade. Obviously, it matters more how we behave than how we feel. But the season fills me with dread. Passing for merry makes me soul-weary.

At Christmas I realize anew how desperately I need God, a God who might transform my suffering and weakness into something better, a God who came to be with us as we are but loves us too much to let us stay that way. Not a God who has much to do with our pagan rituals of December.
#1 Randolph on 2005-12-02 13:34 (Reply)

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