Well I've been listening to Christmas you guys, and I want you to know what I've been hearing.
Last night I went to our church's annual Christmas concert, affectionately called The Christmas Collective. They combined music, performance art, storytelling and altruistic shopping from global non-profits to help the City of San Diego experience Christmas in a whole new way. It's your favorite carols re-imagined.
My whole life I've heard Christmas carols every year for 29 years. I like them in the sense that they remind me of Christmas, the smell of pine, and the feeling of glossy wrapping paper on my presents, but to say they have really impacted me would be a bit of a stretch. Well last night, way back there in the far corners of the San Diego Convention Center in downtown, I just wept listening to those oh so familiar songs.
Christmas is our anthem of hope and we raise this flag high. Often, though, I find myself believing I am alone in a scary, hostile world. How many times do I put pressure on myself to save and be all that the world needs?
I wanted to write my church a letter but then I wanted to write some non-profits a letter and then I wanted to write some campaigns a love note and then I wanted to write my friends and husband and suddenly I realized I want to write the WHOLE WORLD A LETTER. So here it goes. Because you guys ROCK.
You stunned me last night. Thousands of people hearing the good news. The actual news, that is actually good.
World, you fight for what is true, good and right. I feel recovery in my sight as I look around and the army of love is brave and true.
It's not just me trying to help adolescents recover from trauma. It's naive of me (nay ignorant) of me to believe I am the only one educating those around me on the bondage of eating disorders. I am not the only who encourages other to love their face and their body for how it was created. I am not the only who stands up for the voiceless, and the oppressed. I am not alone in my devastation over what the pornography industry has done to our society. I am not alone in my fight to rescue those enslaved by the sex trade.
Last night, world, you showed me that I don't sing christmas songs alone either. I sing them along with thousands and not just in San Diego, but thrown across the space of our world. I sing them with humans who continue to reach out to San Diego, to people in need of a rescue. A world that desperately needs to know it's soul's worth.
All of you, #potentia, #centerfordiscovery, #fightthenewdrug #31bits #christmascollective #onehope #floodchurch #momastery #darling #30daysnomakeup #vom #isanctuary #truckersagainsttrafficking #hollywoodprayernetwork #chisomoidea #ouranthemishope and so many I have not discovered are making this world more beautiful. And then there is YOU. Wow you. You are bringing it. People are bringing it. Heaven is here and I didn't even know it.
It's being made by you and me. The soul is finding it's worth this Christmas.
People are creating a holy night and a freaking HOLY DIVINE DAY.
We are loving each other and we are saying:
yes to inclusion;
and no to exclusion;
no to despair;
and a roaring loud yes to hope;
yes to enoughness;
no to scarcity;
yes to real;
no to counterfeit;
yes to equality;
yes to respect;
no to exploitation;
YES TO CHRISTMAS. You bring us hope.
Good grief world, you are bringing it. I am proud of you. When I think the world is too full of pain and tragedy and sickness and violence, I will call bull shit on this mantra. There is still enough GOOD in this world to go around. Always, always enough.
I say my prayers each night to One who makes our nets heavy with fullness and our glasses full with bubbling goodness. Enough fish. Enough wine. Enough of everything. The same One who came to see the stars from our side of forever, and showed us just how bright they could be.
And so we sing a hallelujah of this sacred and holy night.
That is our life.
Thank you world oxox
Love, your little human - Heather