So. Being an army brat; homesickness was a big issue. Nothing in the routine ordering of life’s calendar evokes greater nostalgia, more intense pathos than the hoopla of American Christmas.
It can make us feel homesick.
But none of it is real. All the flashy lights, saccharine music, bubbly party dresses in the world cannot begin to fill the void of the solitary manger.
We need that baby.
We need Him because He is hope. He is the inexplicable star in an inky dark sky. He is our Ransom.
And all we do to “celebrate Christmas” can make us feel that much more shipwrecked if we don’t cut through all the noise and plastic.
And push toward the quiet winter manger. What God in His right mind puts His Son in the arms of a girl in the smelly dark of a stable?
Jesus was born homeless
Because He is our home
And we are sick without him
A friend posted a picture of her former house, razed to the ground. It is a stark picture of the power of fire and destruction. So sad because it represented the lives lived within it.
Still. No one was hurt. No one lost their lives. It could have been worse?
I wrote for Yahoo! Contributor Network because I wanted to keep children safe. As the mother of rape victims I was aware of the devastating aftermath of sexual assault. I was also aware of how pervasive images of sex and pornography in our culture hurt our children.
So you can imagine how devastating it was to find out that Yahoo video searches render explicit images of pornography on ordinary searches.
I have contacted Yahoo repeatedly about this problem and the lack of a functioning filter. They have sent me automatic responses but have not fixed the problem.
How sad that a company with such power for good would not make efforts to keep children–and all of us, safe from the dehumanizing effects of human exploitation.
I write this here because they declined to publish my words on YCN.
I believe attachment parenting is so beneficial for children and provides lifelong benefits to people. I wish that Em and Sea had had a nurturing environment as babies and mourn deeply that they did not