Is there any parent (or guardian) out there that doesn’t wish for the children in their lives to grow up with a bright, healthy, positive attitude? Guess who influences children’s thoughts and beliefs about which way to go in life? This also applies to the real meaning of Christmas. Boomers, this is the great responsibility of our lifetime – to be the change we wish to see in our world.
Dear brother and sister Baby Boomers, we aren’t the only generation dreaming big dreams and facing insurmountable obstacles. And we’re not the only generation to question everything. But the timing of our retirement and pervasive emptiness may position us as the best generation to lead a desperately needed health and wellness revival.
Are we Boomers dreaming bigger, reaching higher, caring more and working harder than we’ve ever done? I feel like I am.
It hardly seems possible that we Baby Boomers could have such a gloriously exciting month ahead of us, in the midst of these brutal economic times. There’s always the option of celebrating Christmas daily, but few of us know how. Meanwhile, we can carve out this December as perhaps the greatest December ever. What’s stopping us? Rejoice? Or, rejoice!
It matters little to walk to do the preaching if not the walking is the preaching. In this note from Patty, we are not only preaching as we walk, but we are also sowing.
A local religious educator told me her objective is not to press out cookie cutter nuns and priests from her students, but to gently sow small seeds of Christ’s love into the folds of their lives. Can you picture that? The teacher, the gardener, teaching, tending to her students, His gardens. Quietly erecting a spiritual infrastructure for both opportunities and hardship, alike. A faith formed scaffolding to support them, and to rest upon.
Imagine if we were all sowers of seeds; one small seed at a time. Imagine what our world would be like if we took the hand of Jesus. Our lives and the lives of those gardens about us would never be the same.