In these days with so much meaning for so many, I feel the hearts of the lonely.
From my monitor under this glass, through the "series of tubes" that is the Internet, back up through your connection, up to your mouse and through your hand on the mouse, I sense the beating of lonely hearts.
Maybe your lonely heart is that of a young mother whose husband is serving in Iraq. He's sent you a Christmas message but that doesn't suffice when he's not there as you turn out the light. And given the day, you will pray even harder for his safe return.
Maybe your lonely heart is that of an older Mom whose children, who you saw over Thanksgiving, have decided to spend Christmas with their father and his new wife. Friends want to take you to see a movie tomorrow but your heart's not in it tonight.
Maybe your lonely heart is that of someone who has lost his or her spouse, and wonders if these late-middle age years are too far along in life to find love again.
Maybe your lonely heart is taking you back to your college years, and is working with your brain to create an alternate universe of how your life would have unfolded if you worked harder to win his or her heart. And you are wondering whether a search on Google or Classmates.com would be beneath your dignity.
Maybe you are a woman or a man who has wished on one too many starlight starbrights for that friend to turn into a love- and now with him or her newly betrothed, is trying to forget and move on.
Maybe you are a man just back from a visit to the resting place of he who made you feel so safe when he was here.
I ask you all to look at the words that follow. They were written by another human being, one who understands about life's twists and turns.
The only thing I can say is don't give up. You are alive. Be honest, authentic, open and loving.
The universe may not be the agent of fulfilled promises, and that which you pray to perhaps not a divine concierge.
But the universe is full of surprises. Not all of them grand, but many of them grand they be.