What is Christmas really about, anyway? Is it to celebrate the birth of a prophet or a God (depending on your perspective), remembering the disadvantaged, gift giving, Santa Claus, fruit cake, alcohol, big meals, family and friend connections, or, perhaps, discovering and/or affirming the mystery and beauty of one’s own spiritual inheritance? .
America could really use a healing Christmas experience.  May the birth and development of America’s collective compassion for itself finally become manifested. If America and our citizenry could find its real individual and collective self, the birth of the Christ would no longer be relegated to one human event over 2000 years ago.
And the Christ would no longer be crucified moment to moment so that the thief Barabbas (Trump and all of the other modern day dark side spiritual equivalents) could be cheered on by their base and be set free to continue to wreak their havoc, at the eternal expense of a life imbued with truth and love.
“The world is new to every soul, when Christ has entered in”.(in the chapel at Stanford University, the passage was selected by Mrs Stanford).
May a new world order reveal itself to our heart impregnated minds.  May the humbled, the poor and the displaced find comfort in the birth manger for our true spiritual potential.
In the words of Sy Miller:
Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me.
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Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of 36 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. Readers have shown they are not interested in the rest of my bio.