The thing about the baby

This is the irrational season, when love blooms bright and wild! Had Mary been filled with reason, there’d have been no room for the child

                                                                Madeleine L’Engle

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‘Tis the season to be….

Jolly?

Happy?

Reflective?

Ah, ‘tis the season to be confused

Totally

Seriously

Confused

there is little or nothing

in this birth

this child

which makes sense

which is rational

not in the birth

not in the life

not in the death

and why does such irrationality persist?

man and the sacred in one child

power and generosity

wisdom and simplicity

hate and love

death and life

in our world of dualism

and duels

there is no room for such foolishness

no room for such contradictions

the human cannot contain the sacred

one cannot be wholly divine and wholly human

one cannot see that which one should abhor

and accept

one cannot see those steep in failure and sin

and love

one cannot create life

through death

and yet

this is the irrational season

when duality is challenged

threatened

we try to make it about dualism

and create wars on Christmas

and become entrenched and embittered

but in the end

in the beginning

it is all about

the

child