Hello America, well I’m your native son. Born to a Southern Woman and a Northern man. I grew up listening to hillbilly music and classical opera. I grew up with a decorated WW II veteran for a dad who was mean as hell and a mom whom my friends all loved and called her an angel. My dad saw the bad in everyone while my mom saw only the good. My father disowned me when I joined the military without telling him, while my mom wept for days when she found out I was gone.
Today we are here to witness the dawn of a new era of greed and empire. Some of you are no doubt mourning the demise of the old era of greed and empire. Many Americans including the rich, super-rich and mega-rich are out learning how to do the “Musk Frolic and Prance” as they await their expected epoch of profits and returns. Even the poor who voted for Trump expect that in making America great again, Trump will give everyone a turkey for Christmas along with a free bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon.
For those of us who share less than kindly sentiments towards Trump, American Exceptionalism and Corporate Profits, it can be said that one person’s heaven is another person’s hell. I know many of my friends woke up sick and petrified by the election results. Years of trying to figure out how anyone could vote for such a character, were demolished in one horrific nightmare of populism which saw Trump actually win by a majority of the votes cast.
Some are now saying that it is time to regroup and rethink our strategies. Many more have decided that the stress and frustrations are not worth it and have turned off the news and tried to shut Trump and his minions out of their minds. It is hard to do this when everywhere you turn you see people jumping up and down celebrating Trump’s victory. I want to share with you a very famous song (Light One Candle) which I think provides some inspirational thoughts.
This song goes back to the days of the Civil Rights movement but in terms of its subject matter dates back more than two thousand years. I would like to interpret some of the stanzas and describe what they mean to me. I recently heard this song again while listening to some old tapes. I could not help but think how relevant it still is. I hope it moves you the way it moved me.
First, here is some background information about the song from Wikipedia:
“Light One Candle” is a song by the folk group Peter, Paul and Mary. It is a popular Hanukkah song. Peter, Paul, and Mary performed the song in concerts starting in 1982, before recording it for their 1986 studio album No Easy Walk to Freedom.
The lyrics commemorate the war of national liberation fought by the Maccabees against the Seleucid Greek empire from 167 to 141 BCE, a war described in the Books of the Maccabees and commemorated by the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah. After Judah Maccabee and his army defeated the Syrian-Greek forces, the Jewish people according to custom cleansed and rededicated the Temple by lighting a Menorah, or a candelabra with nine branches. There are eight branches surrounding a central branch which holds a special candle called a Shamash. The Shamash is used to light each of the other candles one at a time. According to the Talmud—an extensive collection of rabbinic law and biblical commentary written between 200 and 500 CE—the Maccabees found only a small amount of oil to light the candelabra. It miraculously lasted 8 nights, resulting in Hanukkah’s nickname, “The festival of lights.”
Light One Candle by Peter, Paul and Mary
- Light one candle for the Maccabee children with thanks that their light didn’t die:
I want to give thanks for my life, my wife’s life, the lives of my friends and the lives of the many people who are still willing to fight the good fight for freedom and justice. I give thanks for the people who will not give up and for whom the light of hope has not gone out.
- Light one candle for the pain they endured, when their right to exist was denied:
I want to light a candle so my eyes can see the hardship and sacrifice that so many people who have gone before me have endured. I want to see with my heart and feel with my soul the pain that the heroes and heroines have endured who gave their last breath for my freedom and rights.
- Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice justice and freedom demand:
Let the sacrifices made by other always be illuminated in my eyes by this candle. Never let the realization dim for me that you gain what you strive for in this world and that as Frederic Douglas so famously said: “Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground”.
- But light one candle for the wisdom to know when the peacemaker’s time is at hand:
I light a candle that shows two wars being waged as I sit here at my computer. I suspect many more wars are going on that I do not see. The two wars the candle shows are killing innocent men, women and children each day while cries for peace and ceasefires are ritualistically ignored. Day after day goes by while those with the power to stop the killings refuse to see the light shone by the candle. Where are the leaders with the wisdom to know when the time for peacemaking is at hand?
Chorus:
Don’t let the light go out!
It’s lasted for so many years!
Don’t let the light go out!
Let it shine through our hope and our tears.
- Light one candle for the strength that we need to never become our own foe:
Pogo said that “We have met the enemy, and he is us.” I light a candle so that I can see the truth and avoid the path of vengeance and retribution that guides so much of war. It is easy to lose sight of the path that we want to be on and to go blindly down a trail that makes us “one of them.” We become the “wolf that we feed.”
- And light one candle for those who are suffering, pain we learned so long ago:
I light one candle to see the grief and suffering that are afflicting humanity. To see the many people who are in the shadows and cannot be seen. The light from the candle shines on those who are deeply in distress but are being ignored.
- Light one candle for all we believe in, that anger not tear us apart:
I will light a candle to shine into my heart, to keep it from becoming dark. A light to show me that all people who walk this earth deserve more than my scorn or wrath. Under the light from this candle, we can all work together to made a better world for ourselves and our children.
- And light one candle to find us together, with peace as the song in our hearts:
Let the light from this candle shine like a million suns until we can all see the glow of peace that burns in every heart. Humans from the beginning of time have sought peace wherever they have settled. Let this light remind us of the common bond that unites all of us in every part of the globe regardless of race, religion, gender or ideology.
Chorus:
Don’t let the light go out!
It’s lasted for so many years!
Don’t let the light go out!
Let it shine through our hope and our tears.
What is the memory that’s valued so highly
That we keep it alive in that flame?
What’s the commitment to those who have died
That we cry out they’ve not died in vain?
We have come this far always believing
That justice would somehow prevail
This is the burden, this is the promise
This is why we will not fail!
There are those who say keep the faith. Those who say do not give up hope. Those who say when you get knocked down, you only succeed by getting back up. We cannot fail if we keep trying. We can only fail when we stop trying. The days ahead may see and probably will see many of our dreams destroyed. We may see a world tilting towards injustice and cruelty. It may become a landscape full of the wreckage of many of our hopes and desires. But it is only our own despair which will defeat us. Each of our voices are needed. Each of us must carry a candle to illuminate the visions of what could and should be.
Chorus:
Don’t let the light go out!
Don’t let the light go out!
Don’t let the light go out!













































Every year since Karen and I were married we have put up a Christmas Tree. Putting up a tree was once something I hated almost as much as I hated the entire Christmas event. I would be more than happy to forget that Christmas ever existed. I made my first wife miserable with my incessant complaints about Christmas and made a promise to myself not to let my hatred of Christmas get in the way of Karen’s love for the holiday. So very dutifully I unload the tree and boxes of ornaments, put on some Christmas songs, and help Karen decorate our tree. 
















Jesus talked about the three classes of good people. The first class hears his message but has little time to do anything about it. The second class hears the message and when convenient they try to help others and spread the message of Jesus. The third class commits their body and soul to sharing Jesus’s message. The third class of men/women make a commitment to doing this year round and 24/7. For the third class, it is not a onetime thing or something to be done when they have time or are not busy. It is a lifetime commitment to share his message with the world.
The Joy of Christmas is a state of fulfillment, contentment and gratitude. Through the love of others who give selflessly of themselves, we can all be free to experience a Joy that cannot be bought or traded. It is one of the reasons that giving and not receiving is said to be the true path to happiness. During the holidays, we are excited about the chance to give to others. And nowhere is that feeling of giving more delightful than in watching the face of a young child receive something that we know they really wanted. However, Joy to the World should mean more than just giving toys to tots. There are physical gifts which we can give but there are also emotional and spiritual gifts as well.
I am frequently critical of all the toy drives that I see going on at Christmastime. Not just because I think most kids in America have more toys than they know what to do with, but because of the message that this sends. Why not I ask, have a “books for tots” drive? Why not give books for a present? Why is it always about toys? We become so narrowly focused that we lose sight of the larger picture.
Thus, Jesus did not come to replace the commandments but he did come to go beyond the commandments. God brought the commandments to Moses but the message that Jesus brought to us is in addition to the commandments. Jesus extended the Ten Commandments with a list that has come to be known as the Eight Beatitudes. A beatitude is something that gives one both happiness and blessedness. Jesus gave these Eight during his famous Sermon on the Mount:
I am continually surprised by so-called Christians who seem to revel in the Ten Commandments but treat the Eight Beatitudes as though they were bastard children of Satan. When was the last time you heard anyone wanting to put up a statue or sculpture or sign with the Eight Beatitudes on it? The Message of Christmas is the Eight Beatitudes. The Joy that Jesus wanted to bring to the world can only come by following the Eight Beatitudes. If you call yourself a Christian but you do not practice these in you daily life, then you are not spreading the Gospel of Jesus.
words of the Beatitudes go beyond any one religion. They speak to a way of being in the world and a way of treating other human beings. Just as I have found valuable teachings in other religions, I think more Christians should be willing to share the Message of Jesus in the Eight Beatitudes. Keep in mind though, that sharing this message will never work unless you also live by the message. You must be the change you want to see in others. Do you know what the famous Indian Chief Sitting Bull said when asked what he thought of Christianity? Chief Sitting Bull replied: “I have read your Bible and the religion seems good but I do not see many White people practicing it.”
The year is 2015. It is the Year of the Sheep. Sheep are gentle and calm and we love their wool. We bought a sheep this year and named him Benjie. He lives in the living room and keeps us company. He is very low maintenance. It is hard to believe that the end of 2015 is only a few days away. My blog this week will be our annual Holiday letter that Karen and I both write and send out through a variety of media including snail mail, emails, hand delivery and my blog. Each year, we use this letter to sum up our lives and the events or people that have had an impact on us during the year. Probably not very exciting but this was 2015 for us.
Karen and I made a trip in January to see some very good friends in San Francisco and Karen’s son, Kevin. Karen juggled her time to be able to spend some good time with Kevin and even get a glimpse of his new job at LinkedIn. When we came back to Wisconsin, Karen was able to get some time in with her daughters Julie and Susan. Karen and Susan went out together to visit my sister Jeanine in Rhode Island for the 4th of July and had a grand time. Alas, the grandkids seem to have mostly flown the nest (Is there an empty next for Grandparents?) and it is hard to tag or catch up with them. Nevertheless, Logan, Garrick (now engaged to Kat), Sam and Zach all seem to be pursuing the typical life of most young people today. They are either in school or working and trying to really figure out what they will be when they get old like us. We see them occasionally like ships passing in the night. I suppose our snow birding between Arizona and Wisconsin also complicates the matter.
Karen and Megan now have a good thing going and each year around this time they get together for several days of baking. It becomes a mother and daughter day to schlep flour and sugar all other each other’s kitchen since they alternate houses to flour. This year we will finally get to meet Megan’s new friend Dave. After cookie baking this Saturday, we plan to go to one of his gigs and listen to his band. Dave is a guitarist and singer with a popular cover band named Furious George in Phoenix.

