Greetings Dear Reader,
When it comes to talismans there are nine around me that
call to mind this particular thing. The
most important is not the ghost. The
ghost, however, is the one that is the most linear. It always points forward in time. It always draws me forward toward the event
horizon.
Each morning from December to December I look at this ghost
and ponder for a moment if I am living the promise it demands. In bleak winger, bursting spring, and verdant
summer am I living a life that says Christmas is coming? Do I live every day as if the Advent of
Christ is immanent? I am supposed to
live this way.
My Grandson asked a couple of weeks ago why I loved
Christmas so much. I explained that it
was Jesus’ birthday and that I wanted to think of his birthday every day. That was enough explanation for him. In that simple answer is an all-encompassing
truth.
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come is a talisman of my vow
to live the promise, hope, love, and joy of Christmas every day. There is something to remind me of Jesus and
his journey to us in almost every room of my house. I ponder what Christ did for my redemption daily.
The joy I feel at Christmas should be the resurrected life
that I share in the full bloom of spring.
It should be the cool comfort I offer in the dog days. From the cradle to the cross nothing is more
important than the advent, life, death, and resurrection of Christ. None of it happens without the cradle.
I need to remember that there is another day in the
future. A day yet to come where there
will be a new advent. Christmas means “celebration
of Christ.” There is a celebration yet
to come. There is an advent we anticipate.
There is a “Christ Mass” yet to come that will be the realization of all
that we hope for as his followers.
This talisman points toward a boney finger toward the
onrushing future. It reminds me to live
today as if it were my last chance to impart the joy of Christmas to those
around me. It also points directly at
the small nativity on my desk. It
reminds me of the past that secures my future.
Promises to Keep – Tran-Siberian Orchestra
Christmas time
On a cold December morning
All is calm
And the world is still asleep
Christmas lights
That have been caught without warning
Gently glitter on
Stars to wish upon
All the world is at peace
Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving
Cloaked in time till it's just a memory
Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning
Days go quickly by
Years they multiply
And we go searching for thee
And the dream is still alive
From that first December morning
And it always will survive
As long as we can see
That the dreams we find in life
Are the dreams we tend to seek
And Christmas has its promises to keep
Christmas time
And the moments just beginning
From last night
When we'd wished upon a star
If our kindness
This day is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are
AND SO IT'S GOOD THAT WE REMEMBER
JUST AS SOON AS WE'VE DISCOVERED
THAT THE THINGS WE DO IN LIFE
WILL ALWAYS END UP TOUCHING OTHERS
SO FROM A FADING NEON STAR
SOMEWHERE SHINING IN THE NIGHT
WE FIND A FATHER FAR AWAY
NOW REFLECTING IN ITS LIGHT
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 home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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