Is it too much to imagine that Trump, after spending a miserable Christmas Eve all alone in the White House, pretending to “give out” contracts for the Wall, dissing the Fed, and “briefing his team“ on N Korea, might be awakened by the ghosts of Xmas past, present, future? ...
That he might confront the barrenness of his life and recognize the wider web of human relations in which each person is embedded? That he might see the effect of his actions and attitudes on the happiness of others?
That he might see how his rejection of love in the past has frozen his own capacity for life? That he might see for the first time the reality of the lives around him, the suffering he has failed to avert, the opportunities for love that he has squandered? #
Will he glimpse the fate that awaits him, to die alone with his wealth, unloved and unmourned? Convicted by this vision, will he embrace the opportunity to change his life, now realizing the true meaning of Merry Christmas, a phrase previously deployed only for cynical effect?
Will he wake up tomorrow and dispense with the Wall, erase his Twitter feed, rush to a shelter on the border where children sleep in cages, take them by the hand to find their parents and treat them to the best Xmas feast any of them has ever seen? And from that day on...
Might it be said that nobody more truly kept the spirit of Christmas— not just one day a year, but every day, than Donald J Trump?
As POTUS would say: “We shall see.”
Thinking today of Abraham Heschel, who died on Dec 23 1972, and his prophetic message for our time. He escaped Warsaw in 1939 and settled in the US: “I am a brand plucked from the fire, in which my people was burned to death.” Faith entails responsibility to the world.
From the prophets he learned “that morally speaking there is no limit to the concern one must feel for the suffering of human beings, that indifference to evil is worse than evil itself, that in a free society some are guilty, but all are responsible.”
His message to young people: “Remember that there is meaning beyond absurdity. Know that every word is power...Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art.”
“To pray is to dream in league with God, to envision His holy visions.” When he marched in Selma with Dr King he said that his “legs were praying.” May his memory be for a blessing. May he inspire us to share the pathos of God and stir us to wonder and holy deeds.
Dec 22 1988, 30 years ago today, Chico Mendes, “the Gandhi” of the Amazon,” was murdered in Brazil. Connecting the “cry of the poor” and the “cry of the earth,” he organized fellow rubber-tappers to oppose ranchers who were burning the forest to provide grazing land for cattle.
Here with his wife Ilza: “Chico had a lot of faith. When he died I was filled with despair. But God comforted me and inspired me to work alongside others to carry on Chico’s work. They killed him, but they didn’t kill his ideals or crush the struggle.”
Feast day of St Peter Canisius (d 1597), one of the first #Jesuits and an early patron of Catholic publishing. In face of the Reformation, he called on the church to cleanse itself, present an attractive face of charity and the living witness of evangelical piety.
No matter what happens today in the Senate, Republican House Members should be very proud of themselves. They flew back to Washington from all parts of the World in order to vote for Border Security and the Wall. Not one Democrat voted yes, and we won big. I am very proud of you!