Sunday, December 18th, 2016


I just wrote on my Truth Burps blog http:\
It was kind of a Holly Jolly piece.
I didn’t write about the most impactful Christmas Eve of my life.
I don’t think about it consciously very often but its impact is now in my Christmas DNA. It is a sorrow and a realization of how precious our life is. And it is why I never had a drop of alcohol until I was forty. 

In my book I PRAY ANYWAY:Devotions for the Ambivalent I intersperse personal stories with my reflections. Here is the one about that particular Christmas Eve:

In Sixth grade,
I gave up God—
On Christmas no less
Went to Christmas Eve service with my mom and dad,
College brother and his finance
My best friend, Jan, and I were in the choir
We went to her house after service for Polish food
and festivities
Couldn’t wait to tell her I had been kissed for the
first time
My boy crush and later love had come by mo house
with Mistletoe that day
And used it—yuck and you
I remember hot cheeks from one little peck
I never told Jan about the kiss
A phone call ruined Christmas and God for me
My brother’s fiance’s family had been killed 
in a car accident
Hit by a drunken driver
Her grandparents, her parents, her seven year old
brother and a new baby girl
Her nine year old sister lived
So many ramifications from that night
I did not have an alcoholic drink until I was
forty-four years old
I refused church, Sunday school, prayer, Bible
If God was not good, phooey on him
I gave up God


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