Posts from December 2003

Then one bloggy Christmas Eve

Then one bloggy Christmas Eve
: Halley’s Christmas carol.

The moral crisis of North Korea

The moral crisis of North Korea
: Iraq was a humanitarian crisis — whether or not it was a security crisis — and over at Harry’s place, Johann argues that the same is true of North Korea.

The worst human rights abuses in the world – including government engineered famines – are unfolding in North Korea today. Since the US isn’t involved, the Chomskyites aren’t interested. But the pro-intervention left – if we are serious about human rights – cannot take the same morally blank position.

Musharraf survives another attack

Musharraf survives another attack
: Pakistani President Pervez Musharraf narrowly survives another terrorist assassination attempt as two human bombs kill themselves and 12 innocents.

: Newsweek says such attacks will help lead us to bin Laden:

Yet such operations

And Merry Christmas again

And Merry Christmas again
: It’s 1 in the morning. The beard’s still white, but I’m Santa no more. Duties done. Church over. Morning approaching very quickly.

It was a wonderful night at our little church. Sometimes, everything just goes right. Our early, family service was packed with kids. They gathered up around our associate pastor, Virginia, for her children’s sermon by the creche. They crowded in like a holy mosh pit and then the little ones started storming the stage, they were so fascinated. One of our favorite little girls was answering questions about the Christmas story like an expert and I was proud, because my wife teaches her Sunday school class. The children were darling. Some new folks from the neighborhood came — always good news in a new and growing church.

After dinner and tucking the kids in, I was back at church for the candlelight service of lessons and carols, in which I try my best not to ruin things by hitting the wrong note (at least not so loud that anyone could notice) or reading the wrong words (I rewrote God only a little). Our choirmaster, a high-school choral teacher with the tenor voice of a woodwind, sang an amazing duet with a former student of his. The music went well. Tons of new people from the neighborhood came. I stood at the door at the end and just ended up shaking hands with them all as they left; “Merry Christmases” abounded.

This Christmas snuck up on me; a week ago, I couldn’t believe it was a week away. But this Christmas is turning out nicely.

Those of you who’ve read this space for the last two years (all two of you) know that at emotional cues, I often return to September 11th as a touchstone. Two Christmases ago was so hard. Last Christmas was still difficult. This Christmas, at last, begins to feel like the celebration it is supposed to be. I can’t wait for the morning (and I won’t have to wait long with two kids who’ll beat the sun up).

Merry Christmas, my friends.

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve
: Off to church: kids’ service; choir rehearsal; late service; Santa duties…

Please see my Christmas Eve thoughts and prayers for our soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan below.

And let me add that everything I say there extends as well to the CPA workers and to the journalists who are there, away from their families and at risk, to try to bring us the news. They all are sacrificing in the name of freedom.