Twilight was setting in tonight as I was making my last delivery of the day at Target.  Just as I exited the vehicle, I noticed a raccoon trying to cross the parking lot in front of me.  She tried three times to leave the bushes, without interference from the careless traffic of humans rushing to and fro to fill our endless desire to acquire things, things, things, and more things.

I couldn’t help but think about how that coon’s Christmas would come and go without a single concern about buying gifts, sending cards, stressing over the perfect dinner, mailing out last-minute return cards, because you never expected them to send you a card.  That coon doesn’t have to worry about turning the Christmas lights on and off, not too early, not too late.  All these first-world problems are enough to dim the most joyful holiday spirits into a glimmering glare of our past years.

I can still clearly remember the most incredible excitement of the year being focused on Christmas, Santa Claus, Christmas lights, and all the trivial things that have smoldered into a cold ember from that hot, blasting flame of youth.

If I focus on the birth of a living GOD, then my concerns over the Christmas season slowly simmer into a more realistic understanding of the world we live in.  A world that never really thinks about the deeper, more disturbing issues of life, death, and why we are here.  How we got here, or what is the purpose of this temporal existence in the midst of eternity.

As I look into the mirror, I no longer recognize this figure of my youth.  I mean I still feel the same inside.  Is that because my spirit and soul are eternal, and my flesh doesn’t realize it?  Does God require us to age, so that we no longer desire, to linger around forever? I suppose the answers will ultimately come in the end. 

God bless you all -- RHM