Just in time …

… for the annual “War on Christmas,” a handy flow chart from Christian blogger Rachel Held Evans, who writes “The whole story of Advent is the story of how God can’t be kept out. God is present. God is with us. God shows up—not with a parade but with the whimper of a baby, not among the powerful but among the marginalized, not to the demanding but to the humble. From Advent to Easter, the story of Jesus should teach us that God doesn’t need a mention in our pledge or on our money or over the loudspeaker at the mall to be present, and when we fight like spoiled children to ‘keep’ God in those things, we are fighting for idols. We’re chasing wind.”

Whatever your take on all of that, or mine, she also says, “For a long, long time Christianity was dominant in the United States and represented the civic religion of the country. But America is about the people who are here now, and that is a much more diverse group. And that’s good! It is time to stop insisting that everything revolves around us. Instead, let’s join the wider circle of the many traditions that make up our country. Besides, any Christian knows that Christmas is not about displays in shopping malls, or capitols, or schools, it is about a spiritual event that we honor most in our families and our homes.”

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What scares you?

Not BOOGA-BOOGA pants-crapping scared, where your skin crinkles up and makes little screeching noises with sparklers on the ends.  More like what are you AFRAID of … that fundamental sense of dread that a cog will drop into a random sprocket somewhere and life will change.  Fear of loss is a keen motivator — what else drives us with that same force?

But what if life changed and you lived through it?  And what if that happened over and over ’til you realized how brave you were and then you just started doing things and saying things you didn’t know you could do and say?  What if people didn’t get any of that at all and you didn’t care?  What if you just started kicking ass, including your own, and life really did change and you wouldn’t change it back if you had the chance?  WHAT IF?  Not the question I want to be asking myself when I’m gearing up for the choir eternal.  What if I’d done all those things I knew I could do?  What if I’d let myself be who I knew I was?  And to quote Captain Obvious, what if I’d just been nicer?  Regret, let’s not go there.

Holy balls, I’ve survived too long to let fear force me back into the box, and by now he’s like an old friend anyway, sort of.  You know, keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and your powder dry.

“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.”  ~Dawna Markova

 

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If I’m lyin’ I’m flyin’ …

My grandma, who had to tolerate me a lot since I lived within rock-throwing distance and never knew when to go home, used to tell me that I was as happy as if I had good sense.  That is, when she wasn’t accusing me of lacking the sense God gave a goose.  Clearly she noticed a certain deficit in the reasoning department.  Time and experience have predictably sharpened my perceptions, but if I have to base my mood on whatever life’s currently dishing out, I’m done.  Hey, I KNOW things suck, generally speaking.  I’m perfectly aware we’re all headed to hell in a disintegrating hand basket at warp speed.  You know the drill: our atmosphere is imploding, our ground water’s drying up, our oceans are gunked up with plastic and sewage and a sick radioactive glow, the whole planet’s at war in one way or another, and disease and pestilence stalk the land.  But I can’t shake the feeling that life is good, gosh darn it, all indications to the contrary.  What can I say, things just have a way of working out, and it’s always too early to give up.  To quote the great Lucimar Santos de Lima (it’s okay, even Wikipedia can’t find him), “It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic, you can always cry later.”

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Making a list …

So Tuesday around here is evolving into a day for thankfulness and dancing, but will one day a week be enough?  I think not!  And on that note, I hope you’re making only HAPPY LISTS this winter.

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Yes, Virginia, there really is a December, and it’s here!

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The Monday rant …

 

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The giving of the thanks …

A hearty … Boy-We-Sure-Put-One-Over-on-Those-Stupid-Indians Day … to one and all!  

“Fine meal, chaps.  Burrrp.  The corn was a nice touch.  Sweet little country ya’ got here.  

Be a shame if somethin’ were ta’ happen to it.”

 

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And now we dahnce …

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On Mondays we rant, on Tuesdays we dahnce, dahling …

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It’s HUMPDAY, kids!

“In Bristol, England today, which is where the graffiti artist Banksy came from. Clearly, I need to draw on some walls.” –Stephan Pastis

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The days pass, and it’s Tuesday …

… and time to think up something to be thankful for.  But not some tired old thing you’ve already heard a million times, and not something soppy, either, like how deeply thankful I am for world peace.  Oh wait.

Every day I’m thankful for everything, so it’s hard to pick a fav.  And people are all thankful for pretty much the same things, unless they don’t happen to have them.  Food, shelter, health, wealth … BORING.

So today I’m just gonna say that I’m not nearly thankful enough for my friends.  Also it’s cold as shiz outside.  But mainly friends today.  I abuse all of them by ignoring them, but they keep coming back for more.  You all know who you are, I won’t embarrass you by calling you out, but thanks on a freaking cold Tuesday for everything.  I mean it.

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Thinking on a Monday …

Dangerous territory from the outset.  Is there enough coffee?  Are we even awake yet?  Once you think the thoughts, can you stuff them back in the box and walk away?  And what if you say them out loud?  There are always options …

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Goin’ with that last thing today.  You know who you are — grab a cup of coffee and put your feet up.  If done right, Monday rants can be highly therapeutic.

 

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Here, hon, let me warm up that coffee for you …

 

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And let’s get to work.

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It’s Friday. Celebrate.

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The morning after …

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Wow. Already.

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