© Lydia Nolan
The Little Drummer boy stands ready to play, as the three lords of lands pursue the star,
And the manger is dirty and splattered with dung, yet the Savior is humbly unmarred—
Only a Savior of men and women and children could be so undistracted by triviality
Only a Savior of people who long for truth, purpose, and love so desperately—
Has come to give the Love of God, born into a world of chaos, cruelty and barbarism,
Knowing that his message of love would ignite the hate and send Him to destruction—
Yet God saw that we needed a way out of our own dark paths of hopelessness,
So He gave us His Son to help our journey back into eternal bliss…
So, I wondered how someone like me, with hateful, angry, or vengeful propensities,
Could find inside me: Love, kindness, a good word, and pursue the possibilities—
Of being like Him: that Love, and if I failed I reckoned God to save me,
And I remember God did! In that dirty, darkened manger—where I was set free—
And that night I slept as the babe, in a manger long ago,
For I was at peace with the Love He gave me, that I could give also,
Merry, Merry, oh, we merry ladies and men!
Christmas has given us the greatest gift of all,
That God, Himself has made a way to touch us;
That God is Love, and Love was born on Christmas.
THE BRUTAL TRUTH IN 2016
I am struggling with the concept of MOTIVATION… what does one need to be motivated?
Is it more years of life? Is it more friends and people? Is it money and fame? Is it sex or romance? No. I think all of these help a bit, but at the core it is something else: it is PURPOSE.
We retire people at the age when they seem a bit slower, softer, not as appealing to look at, and less inclined toward pretentiousness. The dirtiest trick of the human cycle of life is that when one gets old, the other humans treat one like one has no real purpose among the young or beautiful or rapid productiveness…
I am NOT motivated to write, read, do, or feel anything… because I feel purpose-less… I dare anyone to admit this, as well.
If you are over 60, please say “YES” at the posts. Don’t give me reasons why I shouldn’t feel that way. There is plenty of schmoozing and affirmations on Face Book. I have plenty of my own as well.
Give me the truth about WHY getting older is the toughest thing you have ever done so far, so that those who are younger may know what’s coming… perhaps they can change it.
I have experienced the most unfamiliar pains, aches, and imbalances, the most odd changes in my body and it unnerves me because I know that means I am unable to be or do what it was I was being or doing when I was a twenty-five year old, a thirty-five year old, a forty-five year old, and even a fifty-five year old…
We supposedly have laws about discriminating against OLDER citizens, and when one gets a job as an older person, one is given those papers to fill out that says, “oh no, we will not discriminate against older folks, it’s the law…” and so on and so forth. However, knowing that older persons are slower, less capable of seeing well, have response time slowing, this is not allowed for in older people. If older folks cannot remain as quick and carefree as the young, they will certainly fall out of line.
What I propose is that older people be given truer rights, not in this rhetoric of non-discrimination given to cover the ASSETS of those in charge, but in actual helps. There is still much to be given that older people have to offer, it just comes in slower response rates, or less heavily driven piece-work capability. Wouldn’t it be great if the younger world in this country REALLY DID RESPECT THEIR ELDERS?