The world is not at peace.
We are addicted to violence.
I’m sad, even though I worship a God of supposed never-ending joy
Imagine a day when hope didn’t come from;
screens and texts and pics and status updates
and number of ‘likes’,
Imagine a world where everyone could walk.
Everyone could hear.
Imagine a day when everyone had enough, an abundance of what they needed,
no one was so greedy that they wanted more than they needed at the cost of leaving people behind.
Happy New Year!
That’s right. Today is the first Sunday of Advent. For those of us who identify as Christians, today marks the beginning of our calendar year.
It’s Remembrance Day. On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of each year we stop everything we are doing and we remember. We even have a symbol, the poppy, which is meant to help us to remember.
I have a confession to make. My teenage daughter and I like to watch bad Christian TV and laugh at the ridiculous things that so often happen there.
I’m gonna be honest.
I sheepishly need to confess that I am a bandwagon jumper and currently caught up in Blue Jays fever.
But yet, out of nowhere, it began to rain. I couldn’t understand it at all. I was literally getting wet and kind of chilled. And on top of that, while I was trying to figure out what was going on, Superwoman walked by me.
I would have at least taken a farewell photo of and/or given it a hug and a kiss goodbye first. But alas it was too late.
It was over. It was the end of an era.