No wonder so many of us are at the ends of our ropes.

No wonder so many of us are at the ends of our ropes.  Reminded of the Message version of the Beatitudes: “You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope.  With less of you there is more of God and his rule.”   This actually translates from the Greek like this: “Blessed are the poor in spirit: Because of them is the kingdom of God.”  It’s the same for “Those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake.”

So, those at the end of their ropes at the end of the year, feeling perhaps poor in spirit if not in pocket book,  and to Christ Jesus, who lived such a righteous life he was persecuted to death on a cross, I say thank you.  Without you and your trials, there wouldn’t be a Kingdom of God.

We make time for family, now, and kindness.  We would be kinder all year, but it takes so much Time and so much Energy.  We make time for family and then are so grateful when everyone leaves and we get to sit quietly and take a deep breath.  And we hate ourselves for doing it all this way, but it’s what we’re used to, and it feels remeniscent of our childhood homes, when mom made all those cookies and dad gave us money to go to that 5 and Dime downtown, that we only went to at Christmas time.  Thanksgiving was a time of family, too, without the kindness, with lots of dishes to wash afterwards and no cousins to play with.  Thanksgiving was a day long cooking thing, when we made things we didn’t even like to eat (like the stuffing: soggy and tasteless), because “we have always done it that way…”

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