The gift that tops the list
Another sunrise photo. Somehow this one seems more severe … more breathtaking. These are untouched, unsharpened — unmodified images. No adjusting color or balance or saturation. It’s simply the view from here: light above dark, red and alive over black and still. This sunrise fits my mood.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I’m not really asking that question. There is no answer and yet, there are many. Usually I determine not to seek answers when there are none. Instead, I pray for those who are struggling and return many thanks that — for the moment — I am not. I don’t need the answers, I only need guidance to make the way — for others and myself.
When we stop demanding answers and shift our focus upward the light changes a bit … slowly, imperceptibly. Harsh lines soften and stark hues relax. Peace filters through foreboding. Golden light glows in the midst of weary, wounded clouds.
Pink and blue pastels … the colors of babies — birth and life and joy. Harsh becomes soft. Dark becomes sweetness and light.
Why red and green at Christmastime?
Perhaps because green is the color of living, breathing, growing things. Things that feed us and sustain us. Green is life. And red? Red is the color of fear and fury, pain and suffering … sacrifice that was and is made. Red is the color of death.
The greatest gifts we will ever receive are life and death.
Do we jump in head first and play hard and love deeply and use up every bit of the gift until it’s worn and frayed from the living? Or do we cherish the present more than the gift itself … regarding the box it came in with too much esteem … never diving in and discovering the full potential of what’s inside?
That’s the real question. Sometimes it takes disaster or disease or despair to prompt the asking. But if we’re lucky, if we’re open and honest and listening, it’s a question we should ponder daily — while there’s time to change the path and make a difference.
Where to start? It’s different for each of us. Today, though, I will start with the pink and blue living laughter in my midst. And I’ll begin with the makings of modern-day Christmas and how we can always relate it to true meaning of the season:
THE FIR TREE
The pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green
all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind,
all the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of
man’s thoughts turning toward heaven.
Stay tuned tomorrow for the meaning of The Star.