A Great Battle
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.” The Jewish philosopher Philo of Alexandria said this, and his words have come to mind as I’ve spent time with friends and family over these holidays. A young carpenter out of work with a fractured shoulder. A man keeping his family together after his wife falls seriously ill. A couple’s anxiety about a son in Iraq. A woman responsible for an ailing parent. Jobs that don’t pay the bills. Most people are friendly and cheerful at holiday social occasions, but most of them are fighting a great battle of some kind. Some we hear about and some we don’t, but the battle is almost always there – intense, persistent, painful, largely out of sight. Be mindful of that.
Be mindful also that we don’t fight these battles alone. God is at loose in our world. That’s what the Child’s coming at Christmas means. “Morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs,” wrote the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins:
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah!
bright wings.
Here’s a tale of publishing success to encourage would-be authors across the land. This fall, Center Street published
Ray Schroth’s book