December 26, 2012

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    The hardest moment today was hearing pain in my father's voice as we blessed the food before dinner. He paused for just the briefest of moments before mentioning his brother, my uncle, who has barely begun a multi-year prison sentence. It was a subtle reminder on an otherwise joyous day that we live in an imperfect and frequently unforgiving world. While much of the holiday season rushes by in a seemingly perpetual blur of red and green, those small instances both harm and sustain us. We are faulty and irrevocably flawed, but each man and woman exists as an individual because of those very blemishes. I see no greater exchange of gifts than to suspend the past for a fleeting second and ask our respective higher beings to give everyone a moment of dignity. 

    Blessed Christmas, friends.