December 24, 2005 and January 18, 2007
Once upon a time there was a man who spent his time in his life working on making the world a better place. But while he spread cheer and hope through the world, he did not have love for himself.
“Love? Not meant for me,” he would think. “I was not meant for happiness nor love in this lifetime, and you know what? I am okay with that.”
The years would pass and every Christmas, he would get the blues. “Love? Not for me, not in this lifetime, and I am okay with that.”
Silly romantic love is not all or none, love is the here and now and when you have all those here and nows, you will have a lifetime.
But that is not how the movies portray it.
Are movies life?
But what about song and poetry and books and stories?
They may recount love but they are ultimately the pining of love and not love itself.
So what is love?
Love is God, and the time now between two people.
Is it that simple?
Shouldn’t it be?
Can it be that simple?
It can.
And so it came to pass on a Christmas eve while all the shoppers filled the malls, a lonely child wishing for love was to find the gift of Christmas in another’s arms.