Well! Christmas night and all through the!
Don't bother looking up the word adorning this post-"Sympatheologic" is so freshly minted
it's still warm from the mind-oven.
Put simply (for a change), I've been over-inured with attempts to clutch at my heartstrings, make currency of my emotions.
You know what I mean-the Holiday feel good warm puppy stories.
"A man saves 40,000 nickles as a hobby, but gives them to a charity because..."It's Christmas"(tm)!" dunt dunt dah!
"A cat lost on vacation back in 1978, but the 5th generation of its kittens find their way back home to the waiting family on...
(you guessed it!) "Christmas"!"
Why the fuss, Doug?
Simple. My emotions are mine. I do not want my emotions manipulated with warm puppy stories by media trying to make a buck off of me.
Because it's Christmas. Christmas. Christmas. Beer commercial. Warm puppy. Christmas. Christmas. Car commercial. Christmas. Warm puppy. Vodka. Christmas. Truck. Christmas.
I am not made of concrete and other discrete 'parts'. I do have emotions...I just prefer that they not be abused for the sake of commerce.
Which brings me to the theologic part of 'Sympatheologic'.
God has Blessed me with many friends and family.
They are on my heart, in my prayers. I think I have more sick friends right now than healthy ones. Some are struggling, some few may not see another Christmas.
But all are safe with God.
Right now, today, there have been "Christmas Day attacks" across the globe which have killed some of my brothers and sisters in Christ. My sympathies are with them, their families. They are safe with God.
I have unsaved friends and family for whom I continue to pray. They are...