After skyping for close to two hours with family, we went to friends’ last night (Christmas Eve) for a party and watched The Nativity movie. Going out to more friends’ today for another Christmas party. We’ll have our teachers over next week. Here’s a poem for Christmas 2007:
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom he is pleased. – Luke 2:14
Untuned, I’m flat on my feet, sharp with my tongue,
A walking talking dischord, out of sorts,
My heart murmurs are entered in lab reports.
The noise between my ears cannot be sung.
Ill-pleased, I join a line of hard-to-please people
Who want to exchange their lumpy bourgeois souls
For a keen Greek mind and a strong Roman nose,
Then find ourselves, surprised, at the edge of a stable.
Caroling angels and a well-pleased God
Join a choir of cow and sheep and dog
At this barnyard border between wish and gift.
I glimpse the just-formed flesh, now mine. They lift
Praise voices and sing twelve tones
Of pleasure into my muscles, into my bones.
– Eugene Peterson (you know, the guy who wrote that version of the Bible that Bono likes).