For the Western World and Christians, December is Nostalgic and Special

    These days of December I have thought and shared a bit about my youth and memories of times of Christmas and the holidays as a child. Mostly good stuff.

    I saw some babies today. That is usually always a treat. It was. Some beautiful little people. So tender and innocent.

    In the days when Christ was born, which some of us believe to be in April, not December, Herod was killing babies.

    

    Times change. Unfortunately, we still live in a world of baby-killers. Some think that unlimited access to abortions it fair. That is not right. Unborn life, considered babies by some, have some rights too. Not more than the mom, as I see it, but still.

    Non-sequitur: I like to play chess, but out of the last 30 or so games that I played on line, I slipped in almost all of them. Need to improve or figure something out.

    Could be worse.

        Babies are killed in Gaza, in Ukraine, in too many places. Likely Chicago, lately, as things go wrong with guns in that brutal city. At least in the hardest parts of it.

    Uhmmmm. I did not mean to belabor the issues of this dark path. 

    Sorry. Christmas should be a dear time. And there is nostalgia and great memories for most of us.

    May we live to make more. Keep us all alive and well, happy and warm.

    Less suffering and unbearable, unfathomable loss.

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I messed up my post a little. I wanted to be happier and tender, but it meandered into the more sober worries, or anxieties, or fears. The movie we watched tonight said that Amy Highsmith differentiated anxiety and fears. Perfect Days, a high-quality film.

    I wrote a non-sequitur, which went into a strange part of my entry.

    It was about my mouse, which upon further reflection is likely more my cursor, has slipped way too much on my chess games online. Frustrating. Yeah.

    That thing kept popping up on my phone, too. All day. Those words, "Frustrating". Ironic, yes. Almost vexing. Irritating.

    But as stated above, it could be worse.

    Let's celebrate and be grateful.

    I prayed for a group today, too. Be thankful.