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Archive for December, 2007
Lord have mercy.
At the risk of jumping on a current affairs bandwagon, I want to share my simple thots regarding the assassination of Benazir Bhutto.
Like many, I knew nothing of Benazir Bhutto; that is until a couple of months ago when my wife and I watched a news program talking about her. In this program the reporters were there as an attempt on her life occured. She was told to not go into the to outer areas, but she refused saying she would still go out there; just she would not previously announce her coming to help thwart those who would try to take her life.
From that program I was curious about this lady whom I had never heard about before, and whom I knew nothing about. But because of that news program, I was interested to see what she would do and what she was about. Now we will never know.
I was saddened as I learned the news of her assassination Thursday morning. I guess I mourn the loss of what could have been.
A very blessed and wonderful Christmas to all of my friends who are celebrating the birth of our Savior today!
Christ is born, Glorify Him!!
This evening during the Vespers for the Feast of St. Herman; it seemed appropriate that I was holding my Godson, Blaise, during part of the Service. As I held him I thot about my Patron Saint, St. Herman of Alaska, who cared for a group of Alaskan orphan children.
Holy Saint Herman please pray for us.
The Ramones!! I like the Ramones.
To all of my friends celebrating Western Christmas– Merry Christmas!! Christ is born, Glorify Him!
As a father of 3 (ages 3 to 11) I am a fan of Santa Claus.
I grew up in a Christian family where the season of Advent brought with it evening devotions where we would lite a candle/s in the Advent Wreath, hear a Bible story and sometimes a sing song. And in those days before Christmas we also eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus, who would show up after we went to sleep on Christmas Eve. But even with Santa’s anticipated visit my parents kept the real meaning of Christmas, the birth of Christ, in focus for us and as a result the real reason for Christmas was never lost. I would be lying if I did not say that I was probably more excited for Santa’s visit than Christmas Eve service; but wouldn’t most kids be more excited for presents regardless if they gifts came from Santa or Mom and Dad. It is a part of growing up, as we mature, that we learn to put things in their proper perspective.
As I got older and realized that Santa was not real, I never felt deceived. I just remembered the days of Santa with fondness. And even as the ‘belief’ in Santa faded, the belief in Christ and the celebration of His birth never did.
If I may stir the pot: If you get rid of Santa then do you, for the sake of consistency, also toss out the tooth fairy, blowing out birthday candles while making a wish and etc? –Because that stuff is not real either.
Yes there is a balance… I am not advocating the blind practice of every childhood fairytale.
Having a Santa… Not having a Santa… either way, parenting is not easy. With God’s help, may we all do the best we can to be faithful in the task that we have been given to raise our children. As parents we will make mistakes; and when we do it is important to Confess if necessary, get back up and keep at it.
Today I was in a store with my wife. In the store I saw a flat wooden sign that was for sale. On this sign was painted the word: simplify.
The board cost $21.00
This week I was looking through a copy of ‘Idylls of the King’ by Alfred Tennyson; this book also has a selection of poems written by Tennyson in it.
I started looking through the poems and the first poem featured caught my attention. It caught my attention because of the title: ‘The Kraken.’
I feel like the Mike Meyers character in ‘So I Married An Axe Murderer’ when I say the title “The Kraken.”
Hey, there are worse reasons to like a poem.
Perhaps I should memorize it…?
If I did, then I could be “that guy” who might recite ‘The Kraken’ at the most inappropriate time… Like at a reception following a funeral, or perhaps a small child’s birthday party.
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battering upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
I have a memory of one Christmas Eve when my parents got me to clean my bedroom closet because “Santa was coming and he might check your closet.”