There are so many people that are struggling this year at Christmas; it seemed silly to simply write “Merry Christmas!” and move on. The shootings that have happened over the past month have broken my heart. They have also restored my faith in people. Out of tragedy we rise. We rise to help another out, to hug our children, to slow down. It is out of tragedy that a hero arises. I cannot even comprehend the devastation of Newtown and the families involved. But I do know that the lives of those lost are being honored by hundreds of people throughout our country. I do know that in death, they created life worth living to many. That through tragedy, our hearts were turned on to taking down evil by creating good in many different ways.
Life is too short and too unpredictable to allow negativity into our worlds. To let others tear us down or treat us less than we are. Life is about living and giving and being more than we are. It is also too short to let others fall away. We should help each other, to take time to noticed when someone is falling, hurting, needing help.
This Chirstmas season is time of birth in my faith. I time of rebirth for me and my family. A time to celebrate whom we live for and who died for us. Through death, we rise. I am choosing to embrace the life I have been given. And those who have been given to me for this short life. To help, to give, to love, and to live. To let go. To move on. and to remember. Even when it seems over, there is still life…even in death.
So, to each of you, “Merry Christmas”. May this be a time of rebirth for your soul and may you truly live.