God of the expanding Christmas season-
Where trees and songs and lights are always in our peripheral view if not directly in front of us-
We recognize all of the people who have a “Buddy the Elf” life.
They don’t fit in one world or another. They are outcasts in every context they inhabit- Some in towns too small and others in cities too large and where neighbors have too little holiday spirit. They may be in the process of coming acquainted with their new surroundings.
Identity crises have claimed their Buddy-like souls right now. They begin to question who they are. Their past makes no sense and their future paths are a mystery.
And even when questions are looming over their heads and hovering from behind, their heart blazes with excitement that is rarely experienced.
They have every reason to be sad or cynical. Yet optimism is their default setting.
And so we pray our Buddy is loved just as they are. May our Buddy continue to live with one foot in the real world and another in their glistening utopia. May our Buddy realize their true gifts of carriers of the Christmas Spirit.
And may their joy infect all of us who may be feeling a bit irritable or discontent in the midst of this season.