DILEMMAS . . .

It is Christmas after all ... and after everything that's passed back and forth, it seems cold and unforgiving to not even reach out enough to say "Merry Christmas." An email, a note on the door, even a ring of the doorbell to speak it face to face would be better than carrying the weight of this cold rock in my gut. Wouldn't it? Wouldn't it? I can't tell if pride should trump Christmas, or Christmas should trump pride. Who gives in first? Is it a matter of giving in? Can't "Merry Christmas" be an equal-opportunity, boundary-less sentiment? My ego smarts already, knowing there won't be a response. My heart hurts already, knowing that an offering will be taken as giving in and acquiescing to a wrong result. But can't "Merry Christmas" just be what it is, a wish for a merry Christmas?

What would Jesus do indeed ...