Writers are given a sacred trust to share the truths we are given. Do we decide what those truths are? Nope. And sometimes it gets very uncomfortable putting our sacred trust out there. Not everyone wants to hear the truth.
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I’ll share one of my ultimate truths with you now: Words have power. They are neither good nor evil. Words are tools in the hand of the person who chooses to use them. Intent is everything. This is why writers must be careful about how they use their words. Are you sending out messages that inspire and encourage? Or are you spreading falsehoods and hatred?
Words are ideas. They have the power to change lives. Use them wisely.
In this special season, I want to share a quote (and modernize it a bit to fit our world today)
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Peace on Earth. Good will toward ALL men, women, children, animals and most especially – our home, Earth.
From me and mine to you and yours,
Best Wishes for Peace, Hope and Joy
Ignore the constant barrage of shallow commercialism. Forget the asinine car commercials featuring Santa mooning over expensive cars most of us can’t afford. Try to put out of your mind stores hanging Christmas decorations among their aisles in early October. I know it’s hard, but try to forget all that.
Remember instead how folks seem a little cheerier the closer we get to this wonderful week. Look around a bit. If you stay away from the rabid shoppers at the mall, the rest of the world seems to slow down. We hold our breaths, waiting for our one day of peace. I’m going to turn it over to the Master. He explains it far better than I ever could:
“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,” returned the nephew. “Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round – apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that – as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And, therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
Charles Dickens – A Christmas Carol