Years ago when I was caught up in the hectic pace of Christmas, I regretted I could not live more intimately the spirit of Advent, for the true meaning of this holy season. It is possible now, and has been these last few years, for a richness that so obscures the false glitter that has replaced sanctity. The world around me has become the most unreal and undesirable.
If I were foolish enough to listen to all the news reports, the rising crime rate in this area, and of course all must be reported most vividly, I would no doubt suffer the same tension and apprehension that seems to dominate most lives.
I’m sure that is the longest sentence of all my two long ones; in fact, I noticed the beginning one isn’t any shorter. Guess that’s why nobody knows what I’m writing about. By the time they reach the end of the sentence, they can’t recall the subject at the beginning. It’s not limited to just my writing, to be other worldly-wise in eternity, priorities; it is to speak and think differently than others, a natural or maybe supernatural result of the great mercy of God as we grow older and He helps us to become detached from the passing things of this world.
There is always a generation gap. Age can better understand youth having experienced that period, but it is surprising how few do. But there are not many that lean on the Blessed Mother for everything, the instruction and guidance she gives that signifies the will and pleasure of her Divine Son. It is never the self love that likes to believe erroneously it is doing God‘s will, our worst enemy, but poses as our dearest friend. If we could always remember to direct our concern from self to God and His Mother, their honor and glory, how simple life would become as it is meant to be. End of sermon, for myself mostly!
Written by Helen Howell (1965)
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