Just three weeks ago our neighbor died. It was sudden, though not entirely unexpected, and our lives without him are sorely diminished. We miss him. And in the aftermath of his passing we are all discovering how unprepared he was--how unprepared we were. But why?
"The days are surely coming."
They are here. Look around! Listen! The signs are everywhere: the clarion gunfire, the whining siren, the grievous aftermath, the shocking rhetoric we'd hoped had died with the tyrants of the last century--complete with goose-stepping lemmings fanning the flames of fear--and our own neighbors spewing hatred.
How is it that we have never learned?
'Tis the season of waiting--waiting and longing--for celebrations yet to come, for shortening days to lengthen again, for the promised El Niño. But that baby is already born, you see, because you are here. And the world is waiting with bated breath--
What are you waiting for?
(c) Fiechter, 2015
May your celebrations be filled with joy and peace and purpose. In the year to come let us all find ways to speak the truth and stand against the darkness and fear that dwell within. You can change the world--it is already better because you are here.
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