It's that time again. Light being born from the darkness. Bidding farewell to the old, and welcoming the new. Hopes of change and better things to come.
Watching three versions of Dickens' Christmas Carol' this year (my fella has a penchant for feel-good Christmas movies… and, yeah, it's contagious) caused me to meditate a little more deeply on the whole redemption thing. Turning one's life around, and using one's closely hoarded gifts for the good of all.
But not without initial resistance. "I'm too old. It's too late for me…" was Scrooge's claim to the spirits. And that made me further contemplate our own typical reasons for staying stuck in the bud: our beliefs about our circumstances, our abilities, our worthiness, our hopes for salvation...