Merry Metanoia***
The prophets say we all come from the stars. They know when the sun goes down the moon makes all of us glow, because they can feel the stardust sprinkled everywhere. Who needs their eyes to believe what their hearts are telling them? I would rather repent my ignorance than keep resisting the radiant grace of divine light and presence, which seems to come even nearer at this sacred time of year. It comes through the cards and carols, through lights and liturgies, and through good deeds and goings home. Merry Christmas means a lot of things. For me it is an open invitation to go beyond the limits of my mind and ever-deeper into my heart and soul; an amazingly humble place where the divine is birthed within me.
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