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Editorial
THOUGH I SPEAK WITH THE SOUND OF MEN AND OF ANGELS
AND HAVE NOT LOVE, I AM BECOME AS SOUNDING BRASS OR A
TINKLING CYMBAL. 1st Corinthians 13:1
AWAY IN A MANGER
It was the Christmas Season. My excitement over my first grade class
appearing in the School's holiday pageant superceded everything. --even Santa Claus, who seemed to come in second. We were going to wear angel
costumes made from white crepe paper, wings made from coat hangers, and sing AWAY IN A MANGER.
We even bothered to pay attention to our teachers and practiced our
Christmas Carol. -- spinning about the living room in our costumes proclaiming to the universe, "we're angels, we're angels." Strange, how
creating something new can revive some thing old and dreaded.--which was, getting on the grown up's nerves. My Aunt, managed to put a lid on all of it
by shouting above the din, that we were not angels. She then pointed to my sleeping baby sister and said, "now, this is a real angel".
I looked at the baby with a new prospective.--always before with she had
reminded me of a Guinea Pig with her white hair and red rimmed eyes. Now, I'm supposed to believe she was an Angel. I wasn't entirely convinced and
didn't know where to find more proof. Suddenly the words to our Christmas Carol kept going through my mind. "THE CATTLE ARE LOWING, THE BABY AWAKES.
BUT, LITTLE LORD JESUS NO CRYING HE MAKES."
Was she really an angel? Here was prove she was or wasn't. Expecting to
hear the Hallelujah Chorus I pinched her bottom. Imagine my fear and disappointment when all she did was yowl!!
My Aunt beat the hell out of me while simultaneously demanding to know why
I pinched the her. My five year old pragmatism just didn't know how to share that I expected all of us to hear harps or at least maybe a tambourine, and
a lot of singing. Alas, the only reason I could give was "Because we're singing Away in a Manger." I do confess, there was no love attached to my
method of testing. Somehow I had confused Angels with Faeries and in keeping
with the greed of the season, expected to have a least one wish granted.
How often during this Holiday Season of alleged peace and good will have we
been similarly caught up in another's reality, made to look foolish, suffered emotional pain while trying to cope with universal greed instead of
peace. Our attempts at solutions often make less sense than me pinching my baby sister. There is a solution. We simply
return to our source.
One of Webster's definitions of source is "Heart". We call forth the light
of reality to fill our source or our heart to overflowing with love. Remember this is not dogma set down by others. It is from our own
Spirit.--the core of our being.
During this season or, why not the entire year, we send this gift of love to
the universe. We do this freely and it returns to us a hundred fold. And, by the way, it's perfectly all right to hum "Away In A Manger" while
you do it. A little humor only exacerbates the power and effectiveness of the energy from
your source.
IN THE LIGHT OF A THOUSAND SUNS,
RACHEL
DO EVERYTHING YOU DO WITH LOVE
WHY GOD MADE LITTLE GREEN ONIONS
