It could be I just ruined the thread on the coaxial cable connection, making an efficient connection impossible.  As a result, I had to call a repairman.  But I’d had the help of my son, which made up for the bad luck.  Life has its compensations.

I can still join in the frolic of Christmas time, what with a partner who is serving a traditional baked ham, and the whole immediate family will be here.  They’ll want to know how the books are selling, and I’ll confess Amazon hasn’t been sending the royalty checks.  Shame on them.

But it’s not just about making money; the spirit is here.  It’s about the good things of life.  May I see that.

To have lost a golden ring, and one morning, to have it replaced with an equally brilliant one on your night table is the stuff of fairy tales.  But this morning, threading a difficult end of the coaxial cable, doing what I could do two years ago, was my son, a new, different man from me, not exercising his last skills, but on the cusp of new potential, cross-legged on my carpet, come to the rescue of my dying skills in updating my PC.

So goes the tide of life, replacing the old with the new.  In Nature, the old yields to entropy, and disappears, forever, but in the world of the Christian, the old is preserved, also forever.  The stuff of fairy-tales?  Not on your quantum atom night table; there are things that just don’t disappear.

Sometimes things just don’t turn out the way we planned, and that’s a big disappointment.  Perhaps God had a better plan (after all, his is the world, the universe) and I sometimes wish He’d let me know…..  My plans are not too grandiose, but I do have an interest in them.

Learning to adapt to life is still going on, especially to the new venue of old age.  Some of these things I never anticipated.  But hey, there’s nothing like being surprised.

Perhaps the hardest words of the “Our Father” are “Thy Will be done.”  Our wills are naturally self-centered, directly or indirectly, and when they coincide with God’s, hurray!

We believe that Jesus Christ was perfectly human, and also God.  This contradiction, which defies reason (that’s not the only thing if you know quantum physics) has been accepted by Christians for centuries. 

How hard it must have been for Christ, the man, to accept his death on a cross.  And especially since he was conscious during the whole ordeal.  May we, too, have such superhuman staying power in our comparatively lesser ordeals.

Did you ever feel loved by God?  Well, did you ever do anything for God?   Did you, for instance, pay a couple’s rent when they were in straits?

The mind is an unusual thing, and it will remember those things, and you will feel loved by God.  Many of the wonders of this world are built-in by the Creator, they are part of Nature, and a mind that rewards itself seems to me to be something like that.

Mother Theresa would perhaps disagree with me on that.  She did everything for God and never felt a bit of consolation.  There are some things I can’t explain.