Merry Christmas 2020 Style

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We are who we are where we are when we are through no fault of our own.

 

Merry Christmas 2020

 

It’s been an odd sorta Christmas this year. I’m sure that I’m not the only one feeling it. Like millions of other citizens of this world, I’m not currently working. Although, I must admit that my personal situation is far better than many others’.

 

I’m not working because I’m on short term disability. I still have a great job that, among its many other perks, provides me with a generous medical plan. I’m very thankful for that.  Tuesday of Christmas week I had my last radiation therapy treatment. Now THAT’S something to be thankful for! The really nasty part of my treatment is complete.  Now it’s a few more years of maintenance meds, injections and monitoring. Piece o’ cake.

 

I can still pay my rent, pay my bills, buy groceries and gas, and my medications are mailed right to my p.o. box.  Yeah, I’ve got a gravy train gig, if ever there was one.  I have been blessed by the genealogy of my birth. I understand that and acknowledge it for what it is...the luck of the draw.

 

I did not choose to be born who I am, where I am, with all of the trimmings and trappings therein.  I had no say and took no conscious actions to secure the benefits that were afforded me by the circumstances of my birth. It was just the luck of the draw. And for that I am eternally grateful.

 

I suppose I could have been born into a life in the Sudan; subject to the brute force politics and deforestation and climate challenges of that region of the world.

 

I might have been born in Myanmar, where the social hierarchy and customs are so foreign to the social norms which I grew up to accept as normal, that perhaps any action I might take or any word I might utter would undoubtedly be offensive to...someone.

 

I could have been born ANYWHERE in this world. But I wasn’t. I was born an indigenous male to a tribe residing in North America.  My good fortune, I guess. I don’t want to overthink it. But I don’t want to take it for granted either.

 

If I had been born into one of the less prosperous or perhaps one of the war ravaged regions of our planet, my life would be very different.  If such was the case, there is a very high likelihood that I would not be sitting here on the carpeted floor of my living room with my feet propped up in front of the fireplace on this Christmas Eve in the year  of our Lord 2020 writing this post.

 

Which brings me back to the luck of the draw.

 

Whether you choose to believe in a supreme being, of some sort, who watches, records and judges every single thing we do is IRRELEVANT.  That being either exists, or it doesn’t. Your personal leanings, predispositions, and perspectives do not alter the existence or non-existence of such a being one jot or tittle.

 

Whether you choose to believe that your circumstances were predetermined; that some all knowing IS planted you in this particular time and in this particular geographic region like a geranium in a pot, or if you are willing to accept the proposition that your circumstances are just the luck of the draw DOES NOT MATTER.

 

Either way you have to acknowledge that you have done NOTHING to earn the many privileges, benefits, and advantages provided to you by virtue of the geography of your birth. You were LUCKY.

 

Here’s where it gets a little tricky.

 

If you did nothing to earn your position, bu what right do you deny the right of others to pursue the betterment of their own situation.

 

When white explorers “discovered” America, their were vast civilizations already here.  The customs and speech patterns were foreign to the explorers.  So the explorers projected their own ignorance onto the inhabitants of these civilizations and called them “savages”.

 

Some scholars provide population estimates of the pre-contact Americas to be as high as 112 million in 1492, while others estimate the population to have been as low as eight million. (So much for historical accuracy).  In any case, the native population declined to less than six million by 1650.

 

Some of these indigenous peoples were fixed in their place, others were nomadic, moving with the climate and the seasons to provide for their needs.

 

Before the European “settlers” began carving up the landscape and drawing imaginary boundaries these civilizations ranged from the upper reaches of what is now Canada all the way to the tip of the South American continent.

 

When the Spanish first sectioned off colonial Mexico in the 1500’s it consisted of the present-day U.S. states of California, Nevada, Utah, most of Arizona, the western half of New Mexico, the western quarter of Colorado, and the southwest corner of Wyoming.

 

Over the years you may have noticed that those imaginary borders have changed, usually at the business end of a gun. European settlers took the lands from the indigenous peoples, then they took them from other European settlers, then they fought the other colonizers, and on and on.

 

But the imaginary boundaries aren’t important to this rambling rant. None of the parties involved had any more right to the lands than anyone else. Because you can take something at gun point does not grant you any more right to ownership as the previous possessor. That’s pretty basic. Isn’t it?

 

There’s an exchange of ideas in the Bible, Matthew 25 that kinda makes the point I’m after here. It has to do with judgment.

 

“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”

 

Okay. So if you buy into this particular brand of supreme being, the idea is that we should care for those who may not be able to do it for themselves.

 

Right now, I think that’s a LOT of people.

 

But it goes even further. Check it out.

 

“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.”

 

“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’

 

“He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”

 

I guess I kinda lost the thread in there somewhere. Could be because my boss and his wife just brought me a bodacious platter of Christmas cookies and other goodies.

 

Did I mention that I have a great job working with great people?  Oh well, it’s time to wander out to the garage for another stack of logs to throw on the fire.

 

Must be the indigenous part of me, or maybe I’m just simple in that way, but I would just as soon lay here on the floor and gaze into the flames and embers of the fireplace as watch some grinched up holiday trash on Netflix. 

 

But that’s just me.

 

Merry Christmas 2020 and God bless us, every one.

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: December 25, 2020

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