Sounds like a distant Irish cousin. “Hey, me boyo! Yes, you! Here, come meet me cousin, Lack O’Bloggin! He’s a fine lad — no finer’n all the green isle!”
Potentially offensive stereotypes aside, I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last post — even longer since my last decent post! The days have simply been flying by lately. I mean, does anyone else feel like Christmas has just snuck up on you? As far as I’m concerned, it was still October last week. Now suddenly it’s less than two weeks until Christmas, I’ve got travel imminent travel plans, almost all my shopping still to do, lots to get done at work before holiday time off hits, and a surprising (but pleasant) excess of Christmas gatherings and celebrations before all of that happens. Add to that the need to get a Christmas letter written and sent out, plus keep on top of all the daily to-do’s…oh, and spend quality time with my wife in the midst of all this, too. WHEW!
I must say, though, that since I love Christmas and all that goes with it, I’m enjoying how quickly these weeks leading up to it are passing. Since it’s full of fun things like parties, Jars of Clay/Third Day concerts, and post-chaos evenings with my wife and free Redbox rentals, I like the busy schedule. I’m sure, as I always do, that I’ll find myself in crunch time with shopping or travel plans or that the Christmas letter will go out late, but that’s okay. In the midst of all of it, this year (as in most years) I find myself pressed upon by new ways of understanding and remembering the true meaning of Christmas.
I know that’s a cheezy, cliche-ridden direction to take this post, and I assure you it was accidental, however…I don’t think it’s any less true. Though I don’t have any ready examples at the moment, I have found myself throughout these weeks occasionally saying to myself, “Huh…that’s pretty cool. I’d never thought about it like that before” or “hey, that reminds me of…”
I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be, though, when we are keeping our eyes open for what God is trying to show us each day. He gently, but consistently and persistently, reminds us of Himself in the little things around us. I like that — and I need te reminders.
Anyway, I don’t have any grand, wonderful ways to wrap this up or take away the cheese from earlier. So…sorry, but this is it. And goodnight.
“In the midst of all of it, this year (as in most years) I find myself pressed upon by new ways of understanding and remembering the true meaning of Christmas.”
How can that ever be cheesy?