J.B. Shurk – Now that Christmas Day has passed, I have put down my beloved copy of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol and picked up his masterpiece, A Tale of Two Cities. As I have argued before, that novel’s opening sentence perfectly captures the contradictions of our time:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
And you thought that I struggled to locate a terminal period for some of my longest sentences!
The Angels – As you enjoy your season of light, we are, as always, sending you so much love. To us, you are the lights on the tree of life. Your spirits sparkle and shine and radiate a love and compassion for the world that is brilliant and beautiful. Of course, there are times when your light dims at the surface, but in your depth, it always shines.