It’s December and the annual case of General Malaise has infected me. It’s left me worried, not about politics or whether the White House will continue its dismantling of America and Obama’s use of the Constitution and Bill of Rights as a doormat on which he can scrub his soul (if he has one). It really doesn’t have anything to do with Israel, Iran, Iraq, ISIS, ISIL, Oil, Ukrainian Travail or Putin Puttin’ on the Ritz.
Every morning I, like you, arise and start the day. We conduct our daily routines and start the trek to work or set about our chores around the house as I do because I’m retired and my avocation is writing on matters political both foreign and domestic. Because of this I have a diverse reading list allowing for interesting observations about how nations and people viewed the actions occurring in their lives. Their actions make them who they are and how they’re seen in history.
Is it me or is Christmas filled with a little more stress than joy? A little more angst than good cheer? Hustle and bustle has been replaced with “Black Friday” and who can grab what gift first to get the best deal.
I don’t understand the so-called immorality of fighting a war with the same intensity and conviction as those who’d wage war against us.
So many of us love and remember the Christmas story, found in the Gospel accounts of both Matthew and Luke. But this year, as I read these accounts again, one verse really caught my attention.