Happy Christmas and New Year Dear Reader,
Today I would look at the comedy of Shakespeare, written as entertainment
to close the Christmas season and a tragedy hidden within it. We are almost at the end of our journey where
the focus has been on carrying Christmas in our hearts. After we visit with some dear friends of mine
tomorrow, we will move on to other matters, but we are not putting Christmas away
this year. We are going to carry it with
us all year.
For now, let us consider the comedy of two siblings
shipwrecked, separated, and supposing each other to be dead. So far, it does not sound comical. Then Viola disguises herself as a man to navigate
the difficulties of nobility in a foreign society. The tale that ensues is very witty and well-told (not by an idiot).
The tragedy within the comedy is that someone has to hide
where she is just to feel safe. We create
this in others through judgment, hatred, and prejudice. Our obligation is just the opposite. Our duty is to meet people where they are and
be so filled with the love of Christ that we are able to show them love no
matter where they are in the journey.
We do not put Christmas away. We carry through twelfth night, one hundred
and sixth night, and All Hallows Eve by showing our love and joy in Christ to
everyone we encounter. Every situation
and circumstance has room for that love in it.
The very tragic ones need it the most.
As I write this Australia is in the midst of terrible expansive brush
fires and the Middle East is boiling over; perhaps on the brink of war with The United States. If there is a time for us
to continue to carry hope brought by the Prince of Peace, it is now.
As we turn the corner to the long dark of winter Dear
Reader, let us remember that the light we need we carry with us. The love we must show is never in short
supply. The world needs it clearly and
purely. There is always time for another
Christmas song and I intend to keep singing them. Please sing with me.
Another Christmas Song
– Jethro Tull, Ian Anderson
Hope everybody’s ringing on their
own bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone’s connected to that long-distance phone.
Old man, he’s a mountain.
Old man, he’s an island.
Old man, he’s awaking – says,
“I’m going to call, call all my children home.”
Hope everyone’s connected to that long-distance phone.
Old man, he’s a mountain.
Old man, he’s an island.
Old man, he’s awaking – says,
“I’m going to call, call all my children home.”
Hope everybody’s dancing to their
own drum this fine morning –
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he’s calling for his supper.
He’s calling for his whiskey.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah – calling, calling all his children round.
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he’s calling for his supper.
He’s calling for his whiskey.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah – calling, calling all his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the
drones and chanters warming.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere –
even if you’ve never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you, that might be the old man calling me.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere –
even if you’ve never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you, that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars you fighting out
there, this Christmas morning?
Maybe it’s always time for another Christmas song.
Old man, he’s asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters and proving, proving that the blood is strong.
Maybe it’s always time for another Christmas song.
Old man, he’s asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters and proving, proving that the blood is strong.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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