Want depressing? How about this, the earth has begun it's inevitable spin away from the direct rays of the sun. Even though we may well be closer to the sun in January, our take from its heat is more of a glancing blow than a direct hit (in the northern hemisphere, that is).
Anyway, here's the upshot: the days are getting shorter. That's cause for sadness. It's not unexpected since it happens every year at this time, but it's still depressing to think that we're all marching towards years end, which, here, means cold.
Then again, there's nothing quite as cheerful as the recognition that, come December, days are getting longer. It's a trade-off, I suppose, the growing darkness now for the growing light then.
I wonder whether life is that way--a trade off, a half-dozen bad news stories for six sweet ones. Lord knows, there are enough things to worry about. Last night, in church, it was announced that the cousin of a three-year-old whose been hospitalized for e-coli virus and is in sad, sad shape--that child's five-year-old cousin was is in intensive care for some gastronomical abnormality whose symptoms resemble those his cousin showed last week.
It seems that the older I get, the harder it is to take tragedy--and we've had a ton as of late. Almost more than I can handle. Almost.
And it's a heckuva a long wait till winter solstice.
Xavier Le Pichon, on Speaking of Faith, told a story about his mother, a tough cookie, who brought up her family in a Japanese in a concentration camp during WWII. One morning, he says, the commandant simply announced that many of them would be put to death the next day. Le Pichon's mother, seemingly undaunted, told her kids that day that they were going to learn their lessons regardless. About tomorrow, she told them, we know nothing--just go to work.
Best advice I've heard. Lord, help me to listen.