No. I’m not having a pagan party to celebrate but might indulge in a swig of ridiculously sweet egg nog, sans hard likker, to celebrate. I mean, we’re only getting 9 hours and 53 minutes of daylight here. That’s not enough for civilized people. After 5:02 this morning we get a little more sun each day.
Southern Baptists could use some additional sunshine. It’s been a bleak year mostly with the virus (I haven’t been to indoor church since March 15th). The two gummit checks (second one coming soon) haven’t assuaged my mild moroseness over the whole thing.
I’ve got friends who have annoyingly reverted to virtue signaling (“I’m not going to live in fear) as if prudent and sensible people are dunces. About 5% of Georgians have had the virus, more like 10% if to assume many had it and didn’t get tested. We’ve been well. I don’t apologize for that and thank God for it.
It’s a rather dark time for the SBC. We can’t seem to do without such things.
A rump group is active. I doubt they will go far but with flame-throwing SBC minority pastors loudly exiting, and that with harsh parting shots, the stage is being set for greater success of the group that has no chance of a takeover but can damage our venerable convention.
Trump lost. A providential event for us in the long haul. If the two Georgia senate races go GOP we’ll have that most valuable of all scenarios, divided government. I’m casting two votes for that today.
So, it’s Monday, your day off. Have a Solstice celebration. Drink some spiced Chai. Go for a walk in the woods. Think and pray.
Christmas is this week. Days are getting longer. Flowers will bloom here in five weeks or so.
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If you are really struggling. See someone, your Doctor. Talk to someone. It could be serious. The sun will get higher and higher. You don’t want to get lower and lower.
And we’ve got our own Stonehenge here, about 40 miles from me. Fake Stonehenge. Heck, we’ve got the largest granite monolith in the world here, Stone Mountain, 40 miles in the other direction. Got all the CSA leaders carved into it.
