Just let's be merry.
Let's take a leap of faith.
We're in this together - this life that is both more terrifying and wonderful than we could ever imagine. We can bask in our ordinary, human beauty.
Tonight's dominant story in our culture is one of a baby - the "light" of the world - being born in a stable, but I've been thinking more about Mary.
Maybe it's because I'm a mother myself, and I need to have frequent visitations by angels to remind me to "fear not". Maybe it's because she carried on and through in spite of life being overwhelming and stretching her farther than she ever thought she could extend without breaking.
Maybe it's because I saw The Hobbit this morning.
Bear with me.
Bilbo Baggins is everyman. Bilbo Baggins is Mary, he is ME. He wants things to remain simple, and safe: comfortable. But it is "adventure", that helps him to grow. Not only that, it is in helping others that he finds himself.
Wow.
I am merry, I am Mary, I am Bilbo Baggins.
By now you may have realized that Christmas makes me loopy. But I am goofy for all sorts of stories, especially ones that make me think and feel.
Now it is 12:09AM and Santa must be coming very, very soon.
Sweet dreams my angels, and . . .
Merry Christmas!
