The mall is closed today. I’m not sure where Saint John of the Mall is. I’ll be at the hospital. I’m expecting to see him listening to patients, understanding their fear, offering them hope. I’m expecting to hear him talking with family members who are watching for any movement at all. I’m expecting to be reminded to love like Jesus loved.
A friend of mine said that his Christmas is always rough. But, he said, “some people have reason to smile and that’s good.”
So for those of you who have reason to smile, that’s good. Smile well today.
For those of you who have reason to weep, I’m sorry. Weep well today.
And for those of you like me, who can get a little out of sorts just for the effect, let’s pick a side. As Paul said when writing to a group of people who faced the struggles of being human and following God, weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice. And long for the healing of all things.
I would say, “Christmas wishes from our family” but I have no idea what that means. But the people I’m most grateful to be a part of are grateful that you are part of us. Because we talk about you all the time.
A post from the past that still makes sense.