Watched A Charlie Brown Christmas last night. I’m feeling a lot like Charlie without the change of attitude after Linus’ recitation of Luke 2.
I want it to mean something, even if Jesus was born in May or whenever. It used to mean something, but maybe what I was feeling growing up was just the filling of senses and anticipation of gifts under the tree.
I don’t think such shallowness was all I was feeling, though. There was something else, something deeper and more difficult to explain. Not magic, maybe mystery, most likely hope, and a need to know that the Greatest Story… was more than just a story.
Still waiting for confirmation.
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