by Glenn Fairman 12/31/13
Perched over the precipice separating one year from the next, I am tempted to shout out a cry of relief, considering what tragedies have occurred under 2013’s doleful watch. Indeed, death and dismay have attended my door. Cancer struck hard and swiftly in taking my own dear mother – whose strong and nimble mind proved insufficient to counter its icy talons. It took 2013 to make my brothers and sisters finally orphans through death, and although the past holiday season was welcomed, it was not the same. 2013 left me my family’s patriarch, a position that I am as ill-suited in holding as the title of some Spanish king.[pullquote]No longer do I fear death; for perhaps It is indeed good to grow older and silently close one’s eyes on a people’s decay into creatures of dwindling substance…[/pullquote]
And as if the grim face of mortality was not enough, the Progressive regime that has bore into America’s entrails has done much to eviscerate law and virtue: the legalization of drugs, the rank stupidity of gender identity, the addition of 40,000 new laws but an immeasurable slide into narcissism, ignorance, and banality. No longer do I fear death; for perhaps It is indeed good to grow older and silently close one’s eyes on a people’s decay into creatures of dwindling substance—grey islands of appetite enjoying the fading light of a setting sun. But then…..
Little pockets of life have sprung up to replace what has been lost, and my wife and father in law have stared deeply into the maw of cancer—and have prevailed. My children are thriving, and I am working again in the classroom. God giveth and taketh away. He allows us sorrow that excavates and remolds our stunted and flimsy selves. He makes us stronger by showing us how weak we truly are—-little mirrors that reflect the light of distant stars are being polished as we endure. There is so much work that remains to be done.
God bless you, my friends, as we leave one cycle of laughter and tears and begin putting our shoulder to another. We have no idea what the time shall bring us; only that its purpose will ultimately serve the Most High, and ultimately ourselves — if we can only see beyond the veil of flesh into what is bright and beautiful. It is appearing before us, even now.
Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca. He can be reached at email@example.com. • (1299 views)