Jiggled the key into the designated spot, still showing dribbles from my attempt at lubricating the mailbox keyhole.
Better.
Lock’s old and stiff, like someone I know.
Last week I reported to my family about my check-up at the Dr. After looking at some data, she commented that I’m younger than my actual age. One person in the family responded with,”Well, I never think of you as old.”
Poco quickly added, “No, you’re more like elderly.”
Back to the mailbox, inside I found Basil’s latest school picture among the stack of flyers and other irrelevancies. Joy! Imagine my surprise finding a furniture ad promising “comfort and joy plus 30% off.”
Who knew malls and marketers could deliver such a promise thru a coupon!
Sometimes it feels like we want a feel good smidgeon of sacred something or other. Only requirement for discounted comfort and joy is cash or a credit card.
So where does one go for comfort and joy during this season of over-eating, over-spending, and over-scheduling?
I find myself returning to the Christmas story in Luke 2, lighting Advent candles, singing Christmas carols like “O Come, All Ye Faithful.”
Faithful still come, not to malls but to a manger.
They come, not always “joyful and triumphant” but hope-full and faith-full, on their way to Bethlehem to see this Jesus, to find what their heart longs for.
It’s quiet, no loudspeakers blaring, ‘You better watch out, You better not pout…”
Instead, I hear…
God rest ye
Let nothing dismay
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s pow’r when we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
I hope I never get too old (or elderly) to remember the Who and Why of Christmas.
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