Weighty Resolution

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

“When this war is over, it will be a good new year…
But it won’t mean nothin’ to the poor boys in their graves.”
[-- radio song lyric whose writer’s name I didn’t hear…]

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy Child,

These many years after your birth, the star’s light cannot be seen.
Your light shines many times brighter.
These many years after your birth, the shepherds and wise men have returned to obscurity.
Your fame is unmatched in human history.
These many years after your birth, Herod and his empire have long since passed from the scene.
You continue to rule in your dominion and in our hearts.
These many years after, we join the throng who celebrate your birth.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Will the magi bring presents for my birthday again next year, Mom?”

[Maybe He spoke as an infant, but He didn’t say this.]

D. Blog: Weighty Resolutions

When I was young, I never needed to make resolutions to lose weight. In recent years, however, it has made sense to do so. I have joined what I think of as “The Church of Latter-Day Weights.” I know something about the major denominations: Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Atkins, South Beach. Having always had something of an independent spirit, I didn’t join any of them. I do have my "weightual" disciplines, though. Each morning, I stand on the holy ground of my scale – without shoes – and the scale fills my eyes with good news. Each day, I take a 30 to 60 minute walk with God. She talks to me, reminding me that we’re doing this for my own good. I nod in agreement, thinking perhaps I should form my own denomination: Church of The Weigh – Independent and Scale-Believing.