My son recently asked what I would like for Christmas. As we were sitting at a family dinner table at home I thought of asking for a meal out where preparations and clean up were not required. But then I realized what a privilege it is to be able to share a meal with a grown son in his chilhood home and talk freely of many of his interests without interruption.
I discarded that first option and began to think seriously of an answer. What I really want at this season of celebration and contemplation, would be to open the newspaper in the morning and read about peace, prosperity for all, enlightened leadership, magnanimity, generosity of spirit and a true sense of a world where there is respect for the planet and all its living things.
As I grow older I find I have no tolerance left for stories of animal and child cruelty. It may be weak minded of me to pass over these items but my heart simply cannot contain that pain any longer. Perhaps a heart gets full and there may be a danger of insufficient space left for the truly good things in life.
So, what I really want for Christmas is no terrorist attacks, no bombing of innocents, hospitals free do their humanitarian work, a day or two or three when peace reigns in all our hearts.
It’s a time for miracles. Do you agree?