I pray that each and every one of you receives joy and peace.
You know, I’ve always swore I’d never become one of “those people”, the ones who, when asked what they want for Christmas, reply “I don’t want anything – I’ve got everything I need.”
Well, I’ve become one of those people.
This is a weird Christmas; because of the events of the last month, we’ve been unable to go to any parties, or shop for surprises (we’ve had to be together while we shop this year), or any of the other usual stuff at Christmas that stresses us out.
And I swear, this Christmas, with minimal (but heartfelt) decorations, and a lot of time spent just at home with one another, appears to be turning out to be one of the best ever.
Lintilla’s prognosis is good; it sounds corny, but how could I want more? Jimmy Stewart once said that Frank Capra made you pay for your happy endings. Well, had it not been for the end of November and early December, I’d be complaining and stressed out about this crazy Christmas.
Instead, I am filled with a joy that is hard to describe.
Yesterday, at church, we dressed the kids up as much as we could without things coming to blows (Trillian is much more cooperative), and went to “big church”, the traditional service. The tween kids were to read passages in between verses of “The Friendly Beasts”, which the little kids were singing. All of them were adorable.
Zaphod came to his podium (our church has the two-podium setup), and read his lines flawlessly. I was so happy, because he’s balked at doing things like this before, and I was afraid he’s say something crazy or roll his eyes in front of the entire congregation. But, he gave me a wonderful gift by just showing how articulate he is, and not showing out for his friends.
Later came Trillian’s turn. She stepped up to her podium, and I swear, at that moment, the sun streamed through the stained glass and bathed the left side of her face. She literally looked angelic. Her soft, sweet voice read the lines (the hardest of the bunch) beautifully. I was struck to the point of tears.
As she stepped down and the little kids began singing again, I looked at the cross between the two podiums, and thought to myself:
I am living a life I certainly don’t deserve. and have been given the gift of an even better eternal one.
I want to say that I thank God for each and every one of you. You really are a gift that few men ever receive.