The news has been so bad...for so long...for so many that it has taken some of the joy out of Christmas for all of us.
The magnitude of suffering has been monumental. But our collective sighs do little to console the victims of tragedy...
...and the outpouring of sympathy does little to ease their sorrow.
I sometimes wonder how life goes on for any of us. Why doesn't Mother Earth simply give up, spin off out of orbit, and end it all?
Thankfully, though, the sun rose in the East this morning, and we can count on it to set in the West tonight...
...and that's good news for all of us.
"The best things are nearest:
breath in your nostrils,
light in your eyes,
flowers at your feet,
duties at your hand,
the path of God just before you.
Then do not grasp at the stars
but do life's plain, common work as it comes,
certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life."
--Robert Louis Stevenson--