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It has taken me a very long time to get into Christmas this year.  I believe I have mentioned this before.  Yesterday, with the children’s Christmas play at Church I actually started feeling hope again on so many different levels.  It actually began, I believe, several days ago when I managed to download a Bible to my Kindle Reader.  It wasn’t the one I wanted, because I simply couldn’t afford it.  Even though it was an e-book version, the Bible still costed $20 and that was far too much for me to spend on myself during this lovely time of year.  True, I won’t be able to put a lot of money into the gifts I purchase this year, but I can definitely put love and time into the gifts I make and make sure the presents I do buy are good ones.  I love it when gifts I give make people happy.


Seeing the kids so happy and excited about Christmas and how the adults became infected with their love of the time of year lifted at least a ton or more from my shoulders in mortal worries and cares.  Even though we don’t know when Christ was born on a solid date, but I understand wanting to give him a birthday:  Everyone loves sharing and celebrating the birth of the wonderful people in their lives.  Father once told a story in Church about a parishioner who is now deceased and he went to the family to ask for information to help them write the obituary.  He asked when this man’s birthday was and everyone rattled it off quickly and happily.  He then asked what year, and no one knew.


This man had come from a small village in the Middle East many years ago and did not know his birthday or birth year.  He learned to read here in America.  When his children were growing up they asked their dad when his birthday was and he told them he didn’t have a birthday and explained why.  So the children got together and decided on a birthday for their dad so they could celebrate his birthday from that time forward.  This is pretty much what happened with Christ.  We don’t know when He was born exactly but we have a date to help celebrate the wonderful gift of His birth, and presence.


Some of my friends, and a lot of people I have met just out-and-about in town are frightened the world is going to end December 21st.  The Mayan calendar says the Great Cycle will be over December 21st.  It doesn’t say the end of the world will happen.  It does proclaim there will be a new age for man, however.  Why do we have to view this so-called “new age” of man negatively?  What if this is the beginning of the true Golden Age of Humanity when wars will cease, children and elderly and people with disabilities will be taken care of with love and hope?  What if…prosperity returns on this day?  Wouldn’t it be wonderful?!


I have noticed some people looking to the 21st of this month with joy and deadly glee as if they can’t wait for the world the end.  What would they do if the world ended?  Are they looking forward to anarchy and death?  Are they looking forward to fighting for every scrap of food and never being able to rest in peace?  Why would you give up on hope so very much?  It says in the Bible that no one knows when the end of the world is going to be, and at my last understanding, the Mayans were still human beings – they were still “men”.  I also don’t doubt that some people have clues about what is going to happen in the future, yet the future is not set and it can be changed.  Why not look at this “age of change” the Mayans talk about as something more positive than negative?  I mean, no one can do anything about it one way or the other – no one can encourage it to come sooner or stop it from happening.  What we can do, as a people, as human beings, is take the information we have and HOPE for the better outcome.


So, the bills will continue to come for me.  My  family and I will be living one day at a time, but we will still love each other and our animals and just leave the rest in God’s hands.


Now, as far as shopping goes, it isn’t done, but I am now looking forward to doing it now.



About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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