Believers

Once, long ago, there were two little girls--not Heidi and Lulu, but Heidi and Lisa--sisters, who believed in all of the magic of Christmas. They believed so hard that one Christmas Eve, the two of them stood beside the bedroom window and watched, hoping. 

And then, it happened. They saw it together: a sleigh pulled by reindeer, gliding through the night sky. 

It flew past quickly, but both of them knew they'd seen it, and to this day both can recall what a thrilling sight it was.

Simply the power of suggestion? Or, the power of belief made real. 

Whatever you choose to believe, here's hoping your holidays are magically wonderful.  

Maybe it's time...

...that God needs a new pronoun too. 

My uncle often used to lead a prayer when we sat down to eat. And I loved that he generally began, "We thank thee, blessed Father/Mother..." an opening that acknowledged a being beyond the boundaries of a single given gender. 

On this day when we recognize one of the most intense complexities of mathematics, pi, it seems like a good time to grant a broader expansiveness to that most complex of all human constructs, the idea of God. 

And, if we're the sort who sometimes offers thanks to such an entity, we need to be grateful for Their (rather than Her or His) generous ways.