Season of Hope

In my early life, I had a lot of hope. I expressed it personally, politically and even socially. I was a nicer guy to be around then. Full of optimism, my glass was alway half full, never half empty. If I had lemons, I didn't reach for the Tums, I made lemonade.

Now, towards the close of my life, I see less reason for unbridled optimism. I see, analyze and can even predict that the schemes of many hopeful people will fail. All that could leave me to a sad pass this Christmas, but it didn't.

At precisely 0634 this morning, I awoke from a sound slumber to the excited sounds of my neighbor's small children, all happily following some remote-control thing down their driveway towards the street.

I got a soft drink, and sat down to write this post.

Christmas is about hope. Religiously, it is about the hope of God that his Son could clean up the mess that was the human race. Socially, it is about the hope of the kids that some sort of bounty will enrich their lives.

Personally, it is about the hope that I will see another Christmas, and be able to handle what isn't so hopeful in between these important days.

Merry Christmas to those of you who take the time to come here. May you too find some hope.

Comments

[donna & beam]

Merry Christmas George,
Hope you and your second mate have a great New Year and that we might get together one of these days. It has been too long. We have a lot to catch up on.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Love,
Donna & Beam