Thursday, December 19, 2013
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| "White Christmas", oil, by Delilah Smith |
Along with the alleluias that will be sung in churches these next few days, I’ll
be singing a special sort of alleluia now and then. I don’t go to church, but I
often choose to silently say praises to the “Lord” I have come to believe in –
not the distant and bewildering god I knew as a boy, but the infinite Spirit of
goodness and concord that controls this universe I live in. I see reasons for
alleluias all around me, every day, every moment. The stoplights that flashed this
morning so the traffic flowed safely along, the checkout woman at Target who
smiled at us so sincerely, the furnace in our cellar that’s now singing and
sending up heat for us – all of these are reasons for rejoicing. My god is simple
goodness – the goodness I saw today in the girl who said “excuse me” as she
passed my in a store aisle, and the goodness I felt when a clerk kindly smiled
and showed us the way to the Christmas section. It wasn’t a star-sprinkled or
saintly or pious kind of goodness, just the simple and sincere goodness that’s
cared for the human race forever. I said several silent alleluias as we shopped
today – quiet praises for the generosity of the healthy and bountiful forces
that flow through all things at all times, not just at Christmas.
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