Month: December 2019

Happy New Year’s Eve!

Do you have any New Year’s Eve traditions? When did they start? Do you do something new every year? Have you tried several things and you’re trying to figure out the best way to bring in the ball drop? Or do you prefer to be asleep by midnight?

I’m doing something different this year: I have never been out for New Year’s Eve … unless you count the grocery store for a chip run. Today, we’re going to a diner, then going to a pub with a live band. I’m nervous.

It’s exciting to be a little nervous about something that you haven’t done before or haven’t done in a long time. I can remember the last time I was out after dinnertime: about two months ago, I met up with a friend for some hot cocoa. (That was both fabulous and nervewracking for me. It’s also the only time I can remember being out after dinner since school.)

My friend calling to tell me the plan for the evening was beyond thrilled at going out and enjoying a live band for New Year’s Eve. It’s the perfect venue – she has many great memories from there already – with awesome specials and a live band. Again, she emphasized, there’s gonna be a live band.

Can you tell she’s excited about this band?

I look forward to tonight; it’ll be fun to get out of my comfort zone. It’ll also be fun to dress up and make new friends – which is going to happen because we’re going to be there for several hours. I am excited for what the night may bring. I’m nervous through and through, but I’m excited, too.

How about you? When’s the last time you tested your comfort zone boundaries? Have you given any strangers unexpected compliments or encouragement? Have you traveled a different route to or from one of your favorite hangouts? Have you tried (gasp!) bar shampoo and conditioner? (That seemed crazy to me before I tried it.) What have you done recently that’s been outside of your norm?

And how has it gone? I’m a fan of experimenting; where’s the data? Will you try it again, or is that something you’d rather avoid? What would you change to make it more you? How would you change you to rise to a challenge the experiment presents, or to be more of what you want to be? That is, after all, the point of a resolution: to inch closer to being your best you.

Cheers to that, and happy New Year! :-}

What are your favorite holiday traditions? What really makes a trip home for you? (Maybe those are two different questions, or maybe they’re one and the same.)

I’ve heard the traditional Christmas meal includes ham; I imagine it as a spiral-cut honey-glazed bone-in ham, baked to slightly crisp the brown sugar topping. For some, the real staple is homemade mac’n’cheese with mouthwatering sauce and a delicious buttery-crumb topping. What is your favorite holiday staple?

We had a simple roast for dinner, sides including baked potatoes, pan-fried vegetables, and mashed turnip. Turnip is one of my Dad’s favorite vegetables. Clearly, which vegetables you like and dislike isn’t an inherited trait: he loves turnip, my Mom loves asparagus, and I’d much rather steamed broccoli. But I digress.

Tonight, we had a much more iconic meal: thin spaghetti and Mom’s famous meat sauce. While I’d prefer regular spaghetti, no sauce matches Mom’s. For about a half-gallon of tomato base, she adds two pounds of breakfast sausage and two pounds of hamburger. It’s amazing. Best served with garlic bread – or garlic crescent rolls.

Still, even the best dinner doesn’t make the trip home. It certainly adds to the experience, but it’s not definitive. Neither is the five-hour drive up, the pit stop an hour out, or the crawling up the stairs by the end of the first day looking forward to sharing the bed with a cat that tunnels under the covers. These are all incidentals to a homecoming for me, but none of them are that special something.

If none of these define it, what does make a trip home?

In those days, a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be enrolled.  This was the first enrollment, when Quirin′i-us was governor of Syria.  And all went to be enrolled, each to his own city.  And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.  And while they were there, the time came for her to be delivered.  And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

And in that region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear.  And the angel said to them, “Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people; for to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.  And this will be a sign for you: you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among men with whom he is pleased!”

When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they went with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.  And when they saw it they made known the saying which had been told them concerning this child; and all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them.  But Mary kept all these things, pondering them in her heart.

– Luke 2:1-19

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!

There are so many things we do to prepare for major events. Food planned and prepared? Check. Guest list prepared, guests notified, and everything ready to receive them? Check. Did I remember to brush my teeth this morning? … Oh, yeah, check – did that while picking out an outfit and re-arranging where to put the desserts.

Advent – the time preceding Christmas – is a season of anticipation. We are getting ready for the coming of Jesus. There are so many tasks to complete: gift and food lists, shopping, and preparation; communication with various friends and relatives; cleaning extra-deeply for visitors; decorating, decorating, decorating…

But Christmas is more than just a big party. We’re waiting not only for the last guest to arrive, but for the announcement that Christ still chooses to love us to the point of coming down from Heaven to live and die so we may join Him for all eternity. How do you prepare?

Christmas is Coming!

In preparation for Christmas tomorrow, I went to confession yesterday. Confession is a big deal for several reasons, the foremost of which being that it’s our way of showing God that we accept His love that He offered us on the cross.

Confession affects different people in different ways. I vividly remember one of my brothers sitting in the car with me after the family left the confessional; while I was trying so hard to keep my face dry, he let out this blissful sigh because his sins had been wiped clean, and he joked that he felt unnaturally clean – as though cleanliness made him uncomfortable – and needed a good roll in the mud to feel like himself again. Meanwhile, sitting next to him, I felt like doing an examination of conscience was diving into the mud, and that nothing could truly get all the grit out: instead of relief, I felt realization and weight of my guilt, my shame. Often, at least for the remainder of the day, the guilt I’d been cleansed of would eat at me: how could I have turned away from God? How can I make my way back after hurting Him so?

Allowing myself to stay in that place of defeatism is itself sinful (for doubting in God’s mercy). It’s not wrong to feel guilt and shame for having done wrong, but it certainly isn’t right to feel it for making amends.

Jesus lived and died to bring us back to Him: to bring you back to Him, to bring me back to Him. God knows us flawed and He loves us anyway; He came down to love us to the point of death on a cross. He gave us confession as a way to return to Him when we’ve gone astray: we necessarily must diagnose the problems before we can fix them. (Can you imagine a doctor saying, “We don’t know what’s wrong, so we’re gonna perform an onerous surgery to fix it?”) We need to figure out our weaknesses not so we can beat ourselves into submission, but so we can learn to preemptively defeat them.

And this is why we have virtues: to help us know which way to go. God knew we’d need guideposts to help us find our way back to Him. Virtues are directionals to let us know we’re going back toward Him, and sins are directionals letting us know we’re choosing something else over Him. If we love God, we want to be virtuous because it helps us to be close to Him.

I’m happy to report that I’ve gotten better at not dwelling on my faults after confession, though it’s a process I’m still working on. A proper examination of conscience is still guaranteed to make me cry (raw, deep tears). Today, I held most of my tears until making it into the confessional, then weeping bitterly during my penance. But instead of being a mechanism of wallowing in self-loathing, these were different: these tears were a purge of the system and a commitment to doing better.

The process was still physically and emotionally draining, but after, there was some lingering sorrow, but mostly a sense of renewed vigor. I was doing what I could to be ready for Christmas: I couldn’t change what I did wrong, but I could vow to do better next time, to walk closer to the path set before me.

So, I’m ready and eager for Christmas. Gifts are purchased and wrapped, songs practiced, and soul as clean as I can make it in preparation for His birth. How about you? How are your preparations coming along?