I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
What a challenging day to be a sanitation worker, eh?
Yep. It’s the day after. The house and its contents have a radically altered appearance.
I am praying that I do too.
Is it just me or have folks gotten awfully preachy about Christmas?
Some preaching is about the sins of decorating early - or late.
Some preaching is about the colors of the lights or the styles of the ornaments.
Some seem to be all in an oratorical outrage about how we greet one another.
Some of the preachy is about our take on social inclusion or political differentiation.
Beginning today there will be a right smart of preachy about how long we are to celebrate Christmas.
How old was the mom?
What color was their skin?
Lonely and grieving.
Cash or credit.
Ad nauseum. (We fancy people know “ad nauseum” means “until you puke your eggnog.” Oh, wait, that is another preachy.)
It can cause you to get a bit weary.
But I am enjoying it all. Every last sermon has been entertaining. A few have been enlightening.
What if It includes all of that? And none of that?
What if the real sermon is that we know in part? Might we be a little kinder to the other ignorant folks? And a bit more tolerant of their misfires?
What if the real sermon is that our friend Jesus is less complex and nuanced than all of our parsing? Might we be able to live with the simple truth of a God who is love?
What if we are to aim higher than all of the preachy combined?
And just smile and go on.