…we were watching Tangled, the newest Disney movie. It struck me, as I looked over the shining, enchanted eyes of our adolescents that the joys of discovering the world and love are too numerous, too mysterious to try to capture in words.

…this Holiday season, our thanks to the loving hearts of our community, our not-yet-disillusioned youngsters, our ability to maintain hope. Even when the world’s problems and suffering threaten to overwhelm us…many of us still maintain a realistic hope that we can do better and be better in the world and for each other. The myth of Pandora, the girl with “all gifts” points us to the fact that even though all manner of pestilence and illness, loss and evil are loose in the world, hope – that wonderful thing Emily Dickinson spoke of – is left. I am so grateful today. What are you grateful for?

Hope by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,