Rejoice

Despite all the misery, malevolence, and hate-filled utterances throughout what has been (at least for me) a very long and contentious year and most especially now during what we called as kids the Season of Hope, today, Gaudete Sunday remains a favorite of mine (since my earliest school days).

Before I had memorized the entire Latin Mass, in the hope (forlorn) of becoming an altar boy, I had theorized from what I understood of the roots of the word Gaudete and its proximity to the birth of Jesus that it must somehow be Latin for 'just hold on a little bit longer.' I still think I should get partial credit for grasping the feeling if not the exact meaning

A lot of the warmth of our human hearts regardless of our beliefs is reflected by the holiday seasons that fall together this time of year somehow reminding us, I hope, that we are, when we can see and live beyond our differences and rise up to our promise and potential, all very much the same people.

Far too often we have too many blaring horns in the cacophony of life and can most certainly use another light, especially in this, the most hopeful of seasons. 

-bill kenny