The train has been moving along nicely as of late, but usually comes to a screeching halt over the holidays. It's good, because it gives me a chance to do some reflection on where I'm at, what I'm doing (or not doing) right, and what's and who's important.
It started, actually, last weekend. I spent some time in Dorado, about 25 miles outside of San Juan, in Puerto Rico. Five days of sitting by the pool with one of my best friends was exactly what I needed. It was an insane few months between Labor Day and Thanksgiving at work, doing seminars in 19 different cities all over the US and Canada. I was not home for a full week until the week of Thanksgiving, and now we're in full on 2015 preparation mode. So those few days sitting by the pool and not answering emails (but checking them, of course, because nobody wants to come back from a few days away and wade through hundreds of emails) were just what the doctor ordered.
But what sucks about this time of the year is being alone. I think I blogged about that my first year out here in NYC, but my circumstance is a little different now and I'm in a MUCH better place. Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't move the Kleenex box out to the living room on Christmas Eve and listen to Christmas music and cry a bit. Yeah, it sucks being along on the holidays, but that's what I chose. It would be nice, though, if some of the friends I have out here would invite me over. But I get it, Christmas is family time. And it's when I miss mine the most.
It's funny, Christmas. It makes me hearken back to a few years ago when I was working at St. Rita's and have such fond memories of all the people there. Getting ready for Christmas in the parish was such a fun time! The highlight every year was usually me arguing with Christina Quast over how the environment should be set up. And I'm happy to remember that I usually won those arguments! I do miss belonging to a faith community, mainly because I still consider myself a Roman Catholic who just can't live with some of the changes to the Mass (see my previous blog) and the continuing refusal of the hierarchy of the Church to take responsibility for some of the scandals and crimes made by priests and bishops.
Back to Christmas... I find it funny (the ironic kind of funny) that for one day a year everybody talks about peace, puts things aside for a day, and spends it with their family. These couple of days are usually filled with peace, joy, happiness, and laughs. And every religious tradition has something like Christmas, but I'll stick to Christmas because that's my religious tradition. We take the day or two off and relax. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. But here in the United States in particular, we go back to being our regular selves the next day and look forward to the next Christmas and pretty much forget about the holiday we just celebrated.
And that's where we make our biggest mistake (and I'm just as guilty). We forget that Christmas is about the Incarnation of the Son of God. We forget that Christmas is designed to remind us that He needs to continually be born in us, every day, not just on Christmas. We forget His message of love of God and love of neighbor. We go back to the status quo, where everyone is in it for themselves and not even giving one damn about how we get to where we want to go during that journey, no matter how much it hurts others. We forget Christmas on December 26.
I'm going to try very hard not to do that.
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