Day Before Christmas Eve

Yes, it’s the day before Christmas Eve 2018. The Year has proceed as in a blaze of light across the Galaxy, as though the entire year dissipated into drops of Water small as a molecule. Science with Christ–how reconcile my Christianity with my use of science–there I have it, Christ is my faith, and science is my tool, and Christ, the Father through auspices of the Holy Spirit, is my tool, my shovel picking up dirt to analyze, and analysis is a tool, and Jesus lives.

I’m getting older every day, the oldest in this house, I abused my body too much, and it sticks in my craw, as dad might say, that he’ll outlive me–this is a possibility. He is 88, and I am 67. I’m 21 years younger, than him. He’s not to be thought of in money. I won’t make this about his money. Though sometimes he made it so, and I will silently donate my portion, if he dies before me, and after paying my account with Discover–that’s about five or six payments. My consciousness steams that one more time, I HAVE FALLEN INTO THE TRAP OF THE INFAMOUS CARD. Now, I’m responsible for one year of difficulty with HP Smart Friend.

So, Restraint, I’ve been following restraint. Not to buy, and let the only purchase be of my Smart Friend Account. So this started out to be a discussion about Christ, and debilitated to a song about debt. It is about Christ, and as my friend Wende said, “I am changing from tears to smiles.” that is for her a like, and so it’s being for me a like. I believe in THE JESUS who lived after as with Peter, and as with Peter becoming friend to us all.

 

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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