Tis the season…
The media bombards us with images of the Norman Rockwell perfect holiday–the feast, the gifts, the decor, the music, the sheer joy that we are repeatedly told is the hallmark of the season. The message is clear–THIS is Christmas and you need to get on board and make sure it’s all in place by December 25th. But for so very many people it is not a time of joy.
For so many it is a time of hard realities–lost jobs, winter coming on, aging taking its toll, breaks with family members, deaths of loved ones that will forever be tied to the season, anger and frustration building behind forced smiles, and hopelessness overcoming the last remnants of hope. For those of us blessed enough to share the season with family and friends, to exchange tokens of our love for those near us, to fill our tables (and stomachs) with the foods of the season, it can be easy to feel as if we are doing our part when we drop change in the red bucket or a can of tuna or soup in the food pantry bins as we rush home from one more trip to the grocery store.
But as I think about the horror of Newtown and all the other sites of these senseless mass killings, I find that I want to find other ways. The young man who entered Sandy Hook school did not need my loose change or a can of soup. Every day as I take my walks through whatever community I am residing in at the moment I know that I am passing others who are suffering the pain of the hopeless–I may pass them on the street or I may walk right by their houses–both may seem perfectly “normal” in the context of things. After all if we had walked past that house in Newtown would any of us have thought the people living inside were suffering?
So what to do? I have been given a gift–to write stories that touch the hearts and minds of those who read them. I will use that gift–not as a soapbox but rather as a means to perhaps inspire someone to take a second look, a more forgiving look and to reach out with a helping hand. Since I arrived in Florida for this season I have been looking for some way that I might spend this first Christmas Day helping or connecting with others. I have made dozens of inquiries for something I might do ON the actual day and been told whatever events are happening are scheduled before the day or — in the case of a food kitchen –they have so many volunteers already that they really can’t take more. But I refuse to give up. I will find a way. And in the New Year I will try to remember that the spirit of the season lives in us year-round….