Posts Tagged ‘christmas’

Despair and hope at Christmas

December 23, 2004

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th’unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
‘There is no peace on earth,’
I said ‘For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.’

Then peeled the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.’

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

— Henry W. Longfellow

In 1863, Longfellow’s son, a lieutenant in the Army of the Potomac (Union, American Civil War), was seriously wounded in battle. This event inspired Longfellow to write this poem.

As I had come to loathe Sundays, I had come to loathe Christmas in Chicago UBF, another insane numbers-fest. The lowest point and the highest point must have been Christmas of 2000 after it became known that Sam Lee was even more of a monster than I had come to consider him. The lowest point was realizing conclusively that I had been in a cult for most of my life. The highest point was that Christmas (and my future) became decoupled from UBF. Christmas became meaningful again.

I won’t be "home" for Christmas

December 11, 2004

There are those who insist that Christmas, at least, should be a time for family unity. I wish it were that simple. But it really isn’t, is it?

I don’t believe in unity for unity’s sake; “Peace, peace” when there is no peace. (Jer 6:14) People need to take a sober look at unity. Who is your unity helping really?

Maybe I should be more direct. Unless absolutely necessary, I will refuse any sort of unity with someone who continues to hold the title of “President of UBF” and who continues in the stubborn defense of the morally indefensible deeds and twisted “legacy” of Samuel Lee. To me, this is a matter of principle.

I won’t be “home” for Christmas.