Wall Street cannot make it, the titans of industry cannot
manufacture it, Hollywood cannot invent it, Google cannot find
And yet, so-called ordinary people can do the extraordinary
thing of finding it – not on some website or at some so-called
prestigious university – but deep in their own hearts – a
profound peace even among the jarring realties of hatred, war,
turmoil, unrest, uncertainty.
Their simple faith as they take communion goes deeper than the
troubles of the hour or day – young or old, the idiosyncratic,
the average whose very ordinariness conceals the richness of
their spirit, they all sing “Joy to the World” and “Silent
Night” with the fullness of their heart, a loving contrast to
the fractured and tortured spirit of contemporary song.
No T.V. show, no computer game, can come close to what
that spirit of Christmas brings to the human soul Born in time
like other great religious traditions, they express what is
timeless. The ephemeral, the transitory, can never fulfill the
human spirit for it was born for something greater.
It is only this spirit that can heal the self-inflicted wounds
of humanity of war, poverty, unrest, unhappiness. And the
so-called great of the world can only learn the true answer to
man’s problems by humbly listening to and learning from, those
who embody in their hearts the message of traditions like
Christmas. For they are the true soil of the earth. Soil may not
look glamorous, but without it, we will have no food, no life.
So let those who embody this spirit show the senseless mirage of
conflict. Let them ensure that no one goes hungry or homeless or
cold in the night. Humanity will then at last have discovered a
peace deep in its very heart, so wonderful, that it will wonder
why it had not achieved it before. What is most precious is what
we discover, not what we make.