15 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Silent Nights

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

We were out briefly yesterday for my only visit to the mall during the Christmas season.  I have almost everything in place and am concentrating on filling up the corners.  I was astounded at the noise.  Last year I did not go to the mall during the entire Christmas season. 

I am a lifelong observer of people and the human condition.  As I age I see the world a little differently each year.  It takes minimal effort to keep my good spirits most days.  What I observed yesterday was a sea of souls bent on purchasing.  What so many of them truly need is a gift that is freely given.

Because most of my work is done I can give my attention to other things.  I can concentrate on being kind out in public.  I can give time to the practical needs of family, friends, and strangers.  I can spend an evening or two just enjoying the Christmas lights and reflecting on the blessings of God in my life.

Just like my mobile phone I need a daily recharge.  I need to get the energy to walk amongst the lost world and try to be light.  That is obtained through intentional times of devotion, prayer, and meditation toward Christ and his gifts to us.  It is maintained through working to keep perspective on what matters. 

In that short time at the mall I was reminded that the battle rages around me all the time.  The war for men’s hearts, minds, and souls does not have an silent nights.  If I fail to prepare for it I may lose my awareness of it.  Sometimes we prepare for war by enjoying a little peace.  Make time for it Dear Reader.  I know that I must.

I Need A Silent Night – Amy Grant

I've made the same mistake before
Too many malls, too many stores
December traffic, Christmas rush
It breaks me till I push and shove

Children are crying while mothers are trying
To photograph Santa and sleigh
The shopping and buying and standing forever in line
What can I say?

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night

December comes then disappears
Faster and faster every year
Did my own mother keep this pace
Or was the world a different place?

Where people stayed home wishing for snow
Watching three channels on their TV
Look at us now rushing around
Trying to buy Christmas peace

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night

What was it like back there in Bethlehem
With peace on earth, good will toward men?

Every shepherd's out in the field
Keeping watch over their flock by night
And the glory of the Lord shone around them
And they were so afraid

And the angels said fear not for behold
I bring you good news of a great joy that shall be for all people
For unto you is born this day a Savior, who is Christ the Lord
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace

I need a silent night, a holy night
To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here
To end this crazy day with a silent night
To end this crazy day with a silent night

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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14 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Wrapping Presents (not)

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

I have friends and family that are gifted present wrappers.  I am not.  When I wrap gifts they look like very pretty paper held hostage by tape.  I do live by the one roll of tape per gift limit and the one roll of paper per gift too.

My solution to this has been to get reusable boxes for the people for whom I regularly get gifts.  It makes the wrapping and arrangement easy and enjoyable for me.  It makes the opening of presents less messy.  I am sure the drop in wrapping paper sales over the recent years is my fault.  The Scotch Tape people are not happy with me either.

What is fun for me is the placing of the gifts in the boxes.  I do not choose gifts for my family randomly.  I think and listen all year long.  Gift buying for my children and grandchildren is a sacred thing to me.  I pray and worship as I shop.  I want my gifts to them to reflect God’s love and gift to them.

As I fill each box I pray that the gift will meet the intended need for enjoyment or work.  I ask God to reveal his love for the recipient through my love for him or her.  It is after all the love that matters. The very foundation of Christmas is a celebration of God’s gift of love to us.  Without that core it is simply a time of getting and spending. 

I spent last evening boxing up the gifts for my Sons.  I am not done yet.  By tonight the boxes should be filled, stacked, and tagged.  I will continue to pray that these gifts reflect my love for my family and friends.  I will continue to monitor their lives for the things they like, need, and enjoy. 

This is what God does for me.  He brings into my life things that I need or the things that will help me see his love for me more clearly.   They journey is sweeter because of this.  The roughest parts of the path are bearable because of his provision.  Each day is a gift that I get to open and see the love that Christ has for me. 

“Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That is why it’s called the present.”

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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13 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Shopping

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

Before you t think that I have gone over the edge stay with me a moment.  When I say I love shopping it is not because of the rush, greed, and stress.  I rarely find myself in that position.  Since I plan for Christmas all year long I find that I am often finished shopping long before Christmas. 

When I go out among my fellow travelers at Christmas time I do so with the intent of being kind to others.  Sure there are few things I need to find to fill out the corners of my gift puzzle.  The joy for me though is the random opportunity to be kind to others.  I also am thrilled to spread a little Christmas cheer.

I sing as I shop.  I smile at people and say nice things to them.  I seem a little crazy but it is worth it.  I go out of my way to be good to clerks and shopkeepers.  I picture the Ghost of Christmas Present spreading the cheer from plenty’s horn as I move among strangers offering them a glimpse of joy.

I will never know if I make a long-term difference until God tells me.  I do know that I can create momentary smiles in the hearts of others.  I can be a bright spot in a grumpy checkout line.  I can be a moment’s peace for a harried cashier. 

I love shopping because it can be a real opportunity to remember why I celebrate Christmas.  I can go into the fray of the hustle and swim against the tide.  I can test my determination to be salt and light in a good way.  Perhaps I can even help someone else do the same.    

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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12 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Eggnog

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

There are many things I love about Christmas and this is one of them.  Last year I was quite unsettled concerning a certain coffee company discontinuing production of their eggnog flavored coffee.  For the record that situation has not resolved itself but in the category of unexpected blessings I did find a pound well preserved in my freezer. 

The truth is I love eggnog and purchase it as soon as the quality stuff is available.  It is one of those things that I could drink way too fast and consume way too much.  It, therefore, becomes an excellent exercise in Christmas moderation.  It is also not cheap and sometimes I am.

That said I will offer a couple of my favorite recipes so that one so inclined can make homemade if one wishes.  My favorite is Alton Brown’s recipe from his TV show Good Eats.  It is rich and thick and the bourbon is optional.

The Instructables’ recipe is excellent and easy to follow. I recommend never using “light” products to make eggnog.  This is supposed to be rich, creamy, and a celebration.  Again it is easier to make than one would think.

I realize that at this point I usually have a spiritual application for my own life.  I do but it may seem overly simplistic.  Eggnog reminds me of the vast blessings in my life.  It puts me in mind that I have so much richness because of God’s blessings.  The smell, the texture, and the taste all speak to me of things that are rich and sweet.  “Oh taste and see that the Lord is good.”

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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11 December 2014

A Christmas Story told and a Promise Kept

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

I offer as promised one of my own Christmas tales.  It was inspired by my youngest Son, Bezel when he posed a question about Mr. Dickens' A Christmas Carol.  He simply asked, "If Marley is forbidden to interfere in the affairs of man then how did he get to visit Scrooge?  Thereby hangs a tale...


Marley’s Appeal

By

 Aramis Thorn

Now it must be understood that being “dead to begin with” does not preclude one from thinking upon life.  It is the very act of pondering life that makes the woe of imprisonment in death, on the fact, woeful.  The dead that have failed to see all that they can do with life while they have it are forced to see and consider all that they could have done with life when they no longer have it.  The subject of our consideration did in his later oratory state that he was precluded in interfering in the affairs of the living.  Unfortunately, he did this while interfering it the affairs of the living, thus contradicting his own premise for inaction.  The following is offered to correct this contradiction and attempt to mitigate the associated guilt that all other spirits may bare were the contradiction to stand.  So, we find that the pondering over time lead to deeds and we join our subject in the inauguration of that action.

Jacob Marley had considered a particular matter for seven horror-filled years.  Wandering through the dismal abyss of death without rest, dragging his strong coil of chains, padlocks, deeds, and cash boxes, he had encountered the specters of numerous famous and infamous men.  The numbers he had been forced to consort with were made up of those, who in his similar state, were condemned to wander the earth seeing the lives that they might have touched had they gone about the earth reaching out to their fellow man.  They were not even allowed the comfort of sharing the grief of their fellow wanderers, as Providence forbade them to consort one with another.

Christmas time was the most tortuous for Marley as he saw so much joy, joy in which he could not share, spread throughout world.  He saw the least in the sight of man reach out and up all at once to express the spirit of Christmas to his fellow and thus prevent himself from the burden of failing to minister to the spirit of man.  He saw the smallest kind deed lift burdens of heart and mind.  He saw those who held a station similar to his in life use that station to lift the stature of others.  He felt in himself and saw in his fellow wandering spirits the horror at being unable to assist the living, as they should have when they were a part of that company.  It was in this state that Jacob Marley found himself on Christmas Eve morning seven years after his death.

He had pondered all the year on how he would make his appeal and knew that he must be sure to make it with true conscience and purity of motive.  He must appeal only for the sake of the renovation of his objective and not with any hope of his own.  He must thrust away all hope of doing himself any good or providing for himself any comfort and instead seek only the welfare and reclamation of his former partner.  Fixed upon this as his only part and felicity, he approached the gates of heaven. 

These gates were not the ornate portal depicted in so much ethereal literature.  Rather, the gates Marley found before him were taller than London’s tower and adamant in the metal of their forge.  One could see through them but all that was seen was a blinding and diffuse light so intense that it seemed to all at once probe his being and completely envelope him.  On either side of the gate stood a solitary figure clothed in a white robe, with golden hair, and fiery visage.  Each of them held in his hand a great flaming sword and both seemed to face every direction at once.  Despite this multi-faceted vigilance, neither of the creatures took notice of Jacob Marley, rather they remained stone faced and silent reminding the ghost of Buckingham Beefeaters.   

Frightened of what the ethereal guardians could do to an unwelcome visitor, Marley was careful not to touch the gates nor stray too near the sentries.  He bolstered his courage and reminded himself that he had been a man of considerable ability in the area of words and conversation.  He had been told by many that he should have been a barrister or gone into parliament.  He would on many occasions speak at the marketplace, pontificating on various affairs of state and offering opinions on the news of the day. 

His former partner had often remarked on the amount of time he felt that Jacob wasted in speaking about matters that neither profited their business nor led to the possibility of profiting it.  Once in a rare while though, when Jacob had used his gift for debate to procure a profitable bargain for the counting house, his partner would grudgingly that it was his tongue that had secured profit and was, therefore, somewhat profitable. It was with this careful placement of his motive and confidence that Jacob Marley began to speak through the gate towards the light that came from within.

“If it sits well with the Divine Enthroned Majesty, I would seek audience for an appeal.”

Jacob paused, being met with silence. After a moment, he continued, “Knowing that the Most High is both merciful and just, I would seek permission to warn one of His children lest that child fall under a condemnation like unto mine.”

Still more silence, the gnawing kind that tells you someone is there but has feigned not to answer. With no little chagrin, Jacob recalled that he had used this same practice in his counting house to terrify someone who was standing before his desk waiting to be heard on a matter of financial clemency.   Al too often the petitioner had given in to impatience and insisted that Jacob look up from his books and hear the petition, thus offending Jacob and closing the case before it was opened.  This both angered and terrified Jacob, as he realized that he could worsen his situation by offending the Warden of Heaven, but he also knew that he must prevail in order to save Ebenezer.

“Perhaps I have begun poorly,” he started in.

A voice that could shake all of creation interrupted his speech.  In fact, had Marley not been so terrified by the sudden response out of the silence, he may have committed the error of being offended at the interruption. 

“Who darkens my door with a heart to counsel the Almighty?”  boomed the voice.

Stuttering, as he never had in life, Marley replied, “If, if..err…um.. Providence be pleased Your Worship, It is only I, Jacob Marley, dead and condemned these past seven years.” 

“Ah, the greedy miserly Jacob Marley, already loathsome of his earned estate I’ll warrant.  Has your self-forged chain already become too much for you to bear?  Do you tire so quickly of the solitude from the welfare of others and alienation from my person that you so eagerly coveted in life?  Why do you trouble the throne Jacob?  You had little enough use for Our affairs in life and We, as good accountants, have settled your balance honestly and with more mercy than you deserve.  You have been delivered that which you purchased from Us.  Our business is concluded for now.”

“I seek nothing for myself,” replied Jacob.  “Rather, I seek to gain release from my invisible and ineffectual state for a short time so that I may visit and affect a warning upon my still living partner, Ebenezer Scrooge.”

“Ebenezer Scrooge!”  Boomed the voice with an anger so livid that Jacob thought to immediately find himself cast into the very heart of perdition’s flame by one of the sentries he stood between.  Casting a brief glance to his left and then his right he noted that the heavenly gatekeepers neither moved nor changed the expression on their faces. 

The voice from within the gate boomed again, “That poor excuse for a man, Ebenezer Scrooge has been given every wherewithal to recommend himself to great generosity and kindness.  He who possesses a bounty many times that with which you were blessed has squandered it on miserly malcontented mischief.  He has used his providential blessings to wall himself away from the needs of his fellow men.  Even as we speak he delights in pondering the eviction of a poor family with a relish that rivals perdition’s own delight in troubling others.  He celebrates the gift of our Son by ignoring Us and visiting misery on his fellow man.  Why should Providence spare another thought towards such an ill-conceived, greed encrusted, loathing, and covetous soul as that of Ebenezer Scrooge?”

Now Jacob had pondered long on this question, knowing that it must arise due to Scrooge’s total lack of loving kindness towards others.  He knew that the Almighty must be convinced that giving anything further than that which had already been so bountifully given to the principle in question would be an act of overt grace and must promise some healthy return.  It could be well assumed that a man of business shrewd enough to wager the life his own Son on the itinerant faith of men, would surely know exactly what He wanted in return for such a seemingly foolish venture.  Then again, it occurred to Marley that it was the practice of Providence to ponder just such a foolish venture in the lives of men, with great return both expected and realized in many an instance.  With the full weight of this need and knowledge in mind, Marley began to verbalize his appeal.

“Were the powers that be to allow this warning, it would bring several benefits to that power and magnify its generosity greatly.  On the first thought, one must imagine the wonder that it would be to all, were Ebenezer Scrooge won from the other side.  Such a victory, and such a loss to the opposition, would surely enhance the position of good in the ever-widening struggle for mankind.  One must also consider the benefit to all those who would receive the blessings of a reformed and repentant miser like the party under consideration.  It is hard for the worldly mind to grasp a man so burdened with wealth he could hardly spend it were he to pursue only that occupation, and it vigorously, for the rest of his days.

A further issue, though not of my own priority, would be that there would be firm evidence that I had, in some small measure, repented and assisted in reforming one who had forged chains similar to mine own.  Although I deserve no release from the burden I carry, it would, in spirit, release some of that burden to know that I had eased it for another, especially my own dear friend and partner Ebenezer.”

Again, Marley was met with haunting and abject silence.  He began to be sure that his audience had ended and that he was not even given the consideration of a dismissal.  So sure was Marley that he had failed, he was pondering whether to risk the attempt of further appeal or to simply turn and make his way back to his loathsome ineffectual wandering.  Just as Jacob made up his mind to further his case before the bar, and in so doing, risk providential wrath for insolence, the silence was again shattered.

“Marley, your proposition intrigues Us but We do not see the value of letting the dead interfere with the living.  We have seen little return from Our own journey from death for the sake of all men.  They pass by the warnings already posted as if they were an old war memorial suitable only as a pigeon perch.  They use Our sacrifice as if it were meant only as a springboard for children’s tales and philosophical debate.  There is little value to be gained in changing what is already in place, especially for the likes of Ebenezer Scrooge.”

The only thing that rescued Marley from this rebuttal was his skill as an orator, that and the fact that Providence was already predisposed to his side in the matter and Marley knew it not. In, fact, were it known to Jacob he might feel great joy in that Providence knew his appeal and was anxious to grant it, but also delighted in hearing the heartfelt words of one man seeking mercy for another.

Jacob took a deep breath.  This is not to say that the dead need to breathe, but rather that this was his custom before he began a lengthy oration.  This custom had often won him many points in the market with his opponents, as they knew that if they agreed to terms quickly they could spare themselves the assault of Marley’s prolonged and clearly preponderated remarks.  It was true; therefore, that many bargains were reached, closed, and sealed just at the moment when Marley took this breath.  It was not to be in this case, so Marley began.

“I would begin by elaborating on the three key qualities of the Divine that would most benefit from the application of the aforementioned, as your good graces put it, ‘interference’.  Primarily, that which would be seen is the mercy with which the Divine mitigates himself towards man.  Secondly, Providence would show that its love for one so far fallen as Ebenezer Scrooge must be a love that can encompass all of mankind.  Third, and mind you, not least important in these questioning times, is that the extra effort afforded the miserly, worldly minded Scrooge, if it were rejected, would still benefit the position of the Divine.  It would serve to support the obvious justice of the Divine’s condemnation and punishment of the said offender.”

At this point, Marley paused.  Having delivered his thesis, he was inclined to think that the omniscient mind that he opposed would clearly see the obvious value of his intended points and, therefore, concede the debate.  This had often been Marley’s experience in both the market and the counting house and it seemed logical that the course would run true here.  His pause, instead, received only silence, so Marley continued.

“Let us then dwell for a moment on the primary point of mercy.  Divine mercy leads us to acknowledge that man needs redemption to begin with.  Were not Providence constantly convicting the heart of man to the truths of sin, righteousness, and judgment, man would be ignorant of the detriment he faces.  It is just this quality of mercy that kept Providence from turning his back on Adam after the failure in the garden.  This same quality evidenced itself when Noah received his divinely drawn plans and new career as both shipwright and zoo keeper.  It would have been easy enough in each case to shun the current creation for a newer, better, and more obedient design.  Mercy must even be at play in the continuation of this audience, or it would have already terminated.  If there were no mercy left for Ebenezer Scrooge, then Providence would not now bend his ear toward one so far fallen as Jacob Marley.”

Pausing again, Jacob allowed himself a moment of pride at that last point.  He then realized that he meant what he said and found in that the pride inappropriate for the moment.  Thus he ran the full gamut of pride, conviction, repentance, and humility in an instant while still realizing that he was truly motivated by compassion and concern for his endangered friend.  Thinking upon his spectral feet, Jacob Marley continued.

“In addition to the obvious benefit of mercy to Ebenezer, it must be considered how much more that mercy would be meted out to those who were the recipients of our subject’s changed heart and disposition.  Were London to host a wealthy and merciful Scrooge, London itself might well be transformed.  The possibility of miser turned philanthropist is one that must surely promise a severe return on so small an investment.”

Again, Jacob Marley allowed himself a respite of self-adoration at this last bit of oratory genius.  Not because of his own ability, but due to the truth that any one individual with sound business judgment must see the logic of his appeal.  Having stoked the fires of his rhetoric with the courage of quick thinking, Jacob pressed on.  A soft clearing of his phantom throat and he proceeded to his next point.

“On the matter of our second element in this debate, I would ask the Divine to consider the depth to which love has already been bestowed on mankind.  Providence has spared nothing in providing abundance of beauty and grace in both life and afterlife for those who accept the love offered and render it again in kind to Providence  and to their fellow man. 

In so ordering the universe as to make love the key that unlocks the aforementioned heart of mercy, it seems timely that such love could be shouted, verily bellowed as complete, were it to be advanced further to attempt this redemption of one such as our wayward partner, Scrooge.  If one so solitary in selfishness were to receive love as a token for his loathsome ways, the opening of this oyster would surely produce a pearl of great price.  It surely would point to the expanse to which Providence can love anyone, no matter how low his estate.  To fill the heart coffers of one so compassionately bankrupt could only be a miraculously clever investment in the redemption of all men of such impoverishment.  Imagine the girth of the final ripple that could be caused by dropping this one pebble into the pond that is love-lost mankind.  Surely again, the potential tidal wave of benefit is worth the risk of a single stone on Scrooge’s behalf.”

Jacob felt particularly proud of this volley.  He knew that he had spoken well and should quickly move on to the next point.  He waited just long enough for the transition to seem unrehearsed. Justice would be his hardest hurdle, for in the balance of justice he and Scrooge both came up wanting.

He began more awkwardly than he intended.  “On the matter of justice, it is obvious that our subject, Mister Scrooge, and this unworthy speaker are due the harshest of Providence’s judgments.  It is hoped that the application of the aforementioned mercy and love would compel the Divine to rather mete out justice to those who would benefit from the ministries of a repentant Scrooge.  Would it not be ironic justice, like unto the quails visited upon the complaints of the wandering Hebrews, for Scrooge to spend the rest of his living days giving away money at every turn?  Justice could peek from beneath her blind to smile wryly at a man whose fortunes rose so as to drive him to give them away lest they mount too high.  Imagine a man so possessed of the spirit of giving that he seemed mad to those around but they dare not lock him away for fear of losing the benefits of his madness.  This would truly be a just ending for the master of all misers, Ebenezer Scrooge.

So it is with these reasons that we present our plea before the bar and ask that Providence allow us to intervene in the life of one so wretched.   It is hoped that our words have shown that the quality of intervention requested would promote a generous return for all considered.  We would withdraw now to let the Divine consider our request without the added burden of tolerating our presence.”  Jacob thought this last was a bit over the brim, but he was quite nervous now that he had spoken and anxious to retreat. 

Just as he turned to make his withdrawal, he got his answer.  The rapid force of the reply so shocked Jacob Marley that had he been alive, he would have died of fright on the very spot and in the very moment.

“We have considered your request and still find both you and your quarry wanting.  We see little hope that your words can unfetter the chains that are three times the weight of the coil you bear.  But we do see the value of having attempted no matter the outcome of the account.  You, at least, Jacob Marley will know that we spared no effort in the redemption of the avaricious Ebenezer Scrooge.  Proceed with your plan.  You may visit him briefly after his evening meal.  Mind that you do not tell him of our conversation and be sure to include in the warning that we will send three other spirits to visit his abode.  They will serve to support your warning in their own subtle ways.  Get on with it Jacob.  This audience is ended.”

The reality of his success had not quite set in, but Jacob knew a providential dismissal when he heard one.  So overcome was he by the abruptness of the ending that it took some time for him to realize that he had not utterly failed.  As he quickly and fearfully made his way back to his wanderings, he saw opening before him the bustle of London on a most foggy, dark, and snow-filled Christmas Eve. 


It was late afternoon and he could see Scrooge’s nephew, Fred, just leaving the counting house.  Fred’s smile broke the fugue that had controlled Jacob after the audience and he realized that he had succeeded in his interview, winning the opportunity to confront and hopefully rescue his partner.  With the first tiny tinge of joy that had crossed Marley’s heart in seven years, he made his way to Scrooge’s flat.  Marley just had enough time to prepare his oration before his former partner made his way home for the evening.

Why I love Christmas – Christmas Stories

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

In my library I have several books of Christmas stories.   Dickens is of course among my favorites.  I think that “A Christmas Carol” gets so much attention that some of the others get overlooked.  “The Chimes” if you have not read it is a beautiful tale. 

Other stories that surround the history and spirit of this season drift through my thoughts.  I reread my favorites.  I write short stories that I hope to someday share with you Dear Reader.  It is in the telling of Christmas stories that we share the ultimate Christmas story.

All good stories become part of his story.  Everything about the spirit of giving and the hope for humans runs back to the stable in Bethlehem where hope was born.  All that the world needs transects at the pinch in the hourglass.  Time was full.  The world was ready and God had promises to keep. 

The cascade of events that would lead to the cross and empty tomb begin in that moment when the angels announced the birth to shepherds.  All Christmas stories flow from the angel’s words, “For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord.”

That baby in that stable in that city changed everything.  God already knew every tale that would flow from this event to proclaim the good news of great joy.  The world is changed forever by this primary Christmas story.  I am changed forever by it.  Maybe there is always time for one more Christmas tale.


Teenage girl, much too young
Unprepared for what's to come
A baby changes everything

Not a ring on her hand
All her dreams and all her plans
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

The man she loves she's never touched
How will she keep his trust?
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

And she cries!
Ooh, she cries
Ooh, oh

She has to leave, go far away
Heaven knows she can't stay
A baby changes everything

She can feel He's coming soon
There's no place, there's no room
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

And she cries!
And she cries!
Oh, she cries

Shepherds all gather 'round
Up above the star shines down
A baby changes everything

Choir of angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything
Everything, everything, everything

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

My whole life has turned around
I was lost but now I'm found
A baby changes everything, yeah
A baby changes everything
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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10 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Good will to Men

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

If I could work my will in the world everyone would have a moment where they see Jesus for who he is.  It saddens me that Christ gets so much misrepresentation from his followers.  I am not the best example of a Christ follower but I want to be one.  I want people to see that God, both the Father and the Son wish nothing but good will to humans. 

God loves us collectively and individually.  The entire purpose of the incarnation is so that the Father can express his love in a way that we understand.  The birth of Christ is the statement that there is hope for humans and that God is willing to travel the vast distance necessary to realize that hope.

The Christmas story is one of God demonstrating his love to us by becoming like us, to walk among us, and die for us.  The entire world is looking for good will and good treatment.  The lack of it has caused anger and hatred.  The pain and sickness in the world leads to lack of faith and trust.

I love Christmas because it is an opportunity for Christ followers to remind others that there is hope.  We need to not wrap it in too much glitz and glamor this gift from God.  We need to remember that a humble gift of truth and love is more valuable than fine gold or diamonds.  We need to assure that we give the gift without demands or expectations. 

Perhaps we need to recall how precious the gift is to us first.  It is vital that we remember that we too were once in need of this gift of life and hope.  We need to remember that God has a will toward men that is entirely good.

December Prayer – Idina Menzel

In the touch of a friend, in the breath of a child,
In the eyes of a soldier coming home to his mother's grateful smile,
In the sight of falling snow, and the memories it brings,
In the season when you find some peace, in the simple tender things,
Open your heart and look around, listen listen

Hear the song within the silence,
See the beauty when there's nothing there,
Sing a song within a silence that hope and love are everywhere,
And when the quiet night is falling watch an angel dancing in the air
To the song, the song within the silence a December Prayer,
A December Prayer.

In the strength of your hand as it holds onto mine,
And the promise that we're not alone in this place and time,
In the gifts that you give I am humbled and amazed
Far beyond this day and time of year
We are in a state of grace.
Open your heart and look around, listen listen

Hear the song within the silence,
See the beauty when there's nothing there,
Sing a song within a silence that hope and love are everywhere,
And when the quiet night is falling watch an angel dancing in the air
To the song, the song within the silence a December Prayer,
A December Prayer

Listen listen

Hear the song within the silence,
See the beauty when there's nothing there,
Sing a song within a silence that hope and love are everywhere,
And when the quiet night is falling watch an angel dancing in the air
To the song, the song within the silence a December Prayer,
A December Prayer.

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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09 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – Peace on Earth

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

It seems that the Christmas season leapt into stores directly behind the Halloween clearance this year.  It was not just the retail world that launched things “early”.  Several friends have posted that in early November they already had the tree up and the house decorated. 

I have heard both complaints and joy at the early onset of the season.  I wonder how come this year the bacchanalia is so desired.  It could be that this is one of those years where the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is the shortest it can be.  Since Christmas falls on Thursday only four weeks span the time between the two holidays.  Perhaps this pressure goes unnoticed but acted upon by people.

It may be that society at large is anxious for the general lift in kindness that tends to accompany the season.  Even though depression rises so does charity, good will, and generosity.  In a world weary from war and scandal it could be that people wish to simply feel better. 

Then also there is the possibility that the internal hunger for the peace that Christ offers has grown in all of us.  This has been referred to as “the God shaped vacuum in everyone.”  Christ calls to us constantly.  He draws us to knowledge of the Father, his love, and redemption. 

We long for something we cannot always define.  The belonging and promise that is inherent in the Gospel calls a bit louder in the Christmas songs and stories.  People try to suppress it, avoid it, and squeeze it out but it remains.  The Father calls his children to him every year.  The blood that flowed through the baby in the manger will be the blood on the cross some decades hence.

The path to peace on earth is walked through the birth of Christ.  We all yearn for that peace whether we admit it or not.  I love that Christmas each year gives me opportunities for that conversation.

Another Christmas Song – 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 a-waking 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 whisky.
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.

How many wars you're fighting out there, this Christmas morning?
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.
Old man he's asleep now.
He's 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 home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store." 

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08 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – The Idea of Santa Claus

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

When I was a boy and people would ask me what I wished to be when I grew up I never told them the truth.  I tried once and was told it would never happen so I quit telling people.  When I was little I wanted to be Santa.  I bought it all and wanted the job.

The idea of spending the entire year preparing for Christmas and then making millions of people happy echoed in my core.  Much of my spirit of giving is still rooted in that echo.  When I realized the ramifications of the idea of Santa Claus I never let go of the idea. 

The world could use someone whose entire career was devoted to gift giving.  I realize that at some point one must bridge the gap between fantasy and reality in a way that works and is healthy.  I think that parents who follow Christ struggle with this because of both practical and social implications.  Last week I read an excellent article on this issue; Redeeming Santa Claus by Reverend Robert Cunningham of Tate’s Creek Presbyterian Church.  He discusses this issue well enough that I do not need to add my redundancy. 

The idea of Santa Claus for me is one that in reality touches the need for the mysterious and magical to be a part of the practical.  This is truly only found in Christ who is the bridge between the supernatural and the natural worlds.  He is the one who makes the unbelievable real.  He uses faith to as the engine for us to engage in this process.  “Seeing is not believing.  Believing is seeing.”   

When it comes to children and Santa I used the idea that Rev. Cunningham suggests with my children.  It was good for one of them and the other one wanted Santa to be real for his own purposes.  I know that as I grow older I want there to be a real Santa for all the right purposes.  The world needs Christ and it needs humans who care about giving for the right reasons.  If the job comes open I am applying for it.

Here Comes Santa Claus – Gene Autry

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer
Pullin' on the reins
Bells are ringin', children singin'
All is merry and bright
Hang your stockings and say your prayers
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He's got a bag that's filled with toys
For boys and girls again
Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle,
Oh what a beautiful sight
So jump in bed and cover your head
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
He loves you just the same
Santa Claus knows we're all Gods children
That makes everything right
So fill your hearts with Christmas cheer
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He'll come around when the chimes ring out
That it's Christmas morn again
Peace on earth will come to all
If we just follow the light
So lets give thanks to the lord above
That Santa Claus comes tonight!

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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07 December 2014

Why I love Christmas – The Real Saint Nicholas

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

I often wish I could know the men who forged the foundation of the church.  There are many questions I would ask them.  Faith is so easy for us but these men were persecuted because of their beliefs.  I risk acceptance in some circles for my faith.  These men risked their lives.

Of these the standout for me is Nicholas of Myra.  He was a wealthy man who gave away his wealth to help the poor and sick in his town.  He loved them as Christ did.  He gave gifts to others.  Yesterday was Saint Nicholas Day.  We get much of what we do surrounding Santa Claus and Father Christmas from this man.

Hanging stockings or putting out shoes is a tradition related to Saint Nicholas even though we have moved the practice to Christmas Day.  The thing that I love is that the idea of giving is not just connected to Christ but to a wealthy man who chose to give all he had for the sake of those in need.

If Christmas is about giving and not getting then it is beautiful.  It grows each time we give out of love and grace.  The history of this man encourages me.  It motivates me to give more.  One can read more about him from the Saint Nicholas Center web page.  One of the ways I fight the greed that infects the season is by remembering how the gift giving started.

Gifts of the Magi and gifts from Nicholas are the root of the giving in my heart.  The gift of God of his Son moves me to give.  All of this is on my mind and I prepare to give good gifts to my family.  Focused on this it is very easy to avoid the avarice and stress of the shopping and preparing.    

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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