Peace, good will among men


Today Christ is born of the Virgin in Bethlehem. Today He who knows no beginning now begins to be, and the Word is made flesh. The powers of heaven greatly rejoice, and the earth with mankind makes glad. The Magi offer gifts, the shepherds proclaim the marvel, and we cry aloud without ceasing: Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will among men.

– from Mattins of the Feast of the Nativity of Christ

Merry Christmas, Kala Christougenna, Blessed Feast to all!

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Up for air

Yesterday was the last day of classes for this session, which means I have a precious few days of respite. The last 8 weeks were extremely difficult, and this last week especially so. I have been fighting a vicious cold for a week–of course! It was the last week of classes, so why not add a horrible cold to the finals and papers and labs and projects. Wah wah wah. Today I’m feeling some better, but I’m home from work to try to fully recover.

I wish I had some deep spiritual insight into life to offer today, or a new poem, or a powerful quote from a good book I have been reading (yeah, right, like I’ve had time for any of that!) Even prayer and worship, which normally help me hold things together, have not been as constant as they should be. All I can say is that God has a way of buoying me up though these times by two means: family, and humor. And usually they come as a set. Here’s a sample . . .

My nine-year-old son to one of his siblings: “You touch that last cupcake and you’ll enter a world of pain.” Survival of the fittest.

My seven-year-old son, who had been sick for a few days, was asked if he felt better: “Yeah, except when I stand on my tippy-toes my leg wiggles.” . . . uh, okay then . . .

My five-year-old son had tripped on the game controller cord twice in one day. A little later, one of my other sons was telling jokes and asked, “What has four legs but doesn’t walk?” The correct answer is a table, or perhaps a chair. My five-year-old sadly replied, of course, “Me.” Four legs, son, four legs!

My three-year-old son came into the living-room in tears, saying, “Mom, I need a dwink.”
“Why can’t you get a drink?”
“Cause I need tea, and Gregory [the baby] is on the fwiderdayder.” Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds. He can’t literally get on the fridge, at least to my knowledge.

My nine-year-old son: “Ewww, there’s something floating around in the fishbowl.” To which my eleven-year-old daughter (and the fishbowl’s owner) replied, “No duh, they’re fish.” Sometimes you just make it too easy.

My sixteen-year-old daughter, while we were watching Prince Caspian: “That’s a really tall midget!” Everything is a matter of perspective, I suppose.

You can’t make this stuff up, folks. Large families involve some sacrifice, but the return is one hundred-fold.

Army vs Navy

Sitting here on the couch, doing schoolwork–the Army/Navy game is on. Just noticed the back of the Army jerseys say: Duty. Honor. Country. Say that out loud with minimal pauses at the periods–I wonder who the brainiac was that came up with that!