Every year at Christmas time I open my heart to the endless possibilities of human kindness, and the benevolence of the universe. I’m also a baseball fan, and the San Francisco Giants are my heroes. Fortunately Oregon doesn’t have a Major League Baseball team, so I can retain my cherished Giants roots.
In both cases, baseball heroes, and the benevolence of the universe, and the endless possibilities of human kindness every year at Christmas time, I am predictably disappointed.
I try. Really. I cast aside resentments. I wipe the slate clean, and I shake the dust out of every rug I’ve walked on in the previous year, and I wait for the goodness that is scheduled to arrive. Predictably I am disappointed.
I don’t hate Christmas, and the Holiday Celebrations this time of year anymore than I hate the San Francisco Giants. The truth is that I love the Giants. Every year the Giants will lose in some new way; they will fail to win the Championship in some fresh, and unpredictable manor. I love the Giants. With all my heart.
I love Christmas the same way.
http://fatherluke.com/holiday-wishes
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Okay,
Father Luke



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