Merry Christmas!

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.  Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.  In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
– John 1:1-5

This is the true hope and promise of Christmas. The light shines, even in the darkness that engulfs the world today, and the darkness will not overcome it.

Whether you are surrounded with love and family and decorations and presents, or whether you find yourself in a motel surrounded by nothing more festive than a wi-fi connection and few empty cans of beer, you are not alone today. You are part of the great celebration of the miracle, the great golden net of believers that reaches all the way around the world and binds the Church together.

Because at its heart, Christmas is not about togetherness or silver bells or snow. It is about the Word becoming flesh and coming to dwell among us, the spark that lit the fire in the hearts of men that will never be extinguished.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

20 years

How time flies when you’re happy together!

Amazing how she’s barely changed in all that time; one simply can’t say the same for my hairline or my midsection. Speaking of changes, that’s the foyer and formal dining room of my parents’ old house; we’ve all had to become accustomed to a rather different standard of living over the years. C’est la vie. It was fun while it lasted.

For better or for worse, as one vows. But material things aside, it’s mostly been two decades of better. And I can honestly say that marrying her was almost certainly the most intelligent thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Happy anniversary, baby.

A throwback

Spacebunny posted this on Twitter for Throwback Thursday. As you can see, my connection to the USMC is not exactly of the intellectual, mutually respectful sort that Mr. Lind enjoys. As it turned out, this marked the end of my long-haired mohawk days. Of course, neither of us would dare to mess with “the 6-foot-4 ex-Marine badass” that we are reliably informed many people imagine John Scalzi to be. By John Scalzi.

In which life imitates Jane Austin

Congratulations to Crystal Lake and the Mad Aussie, who were married in a Land Down Under today. Best wishes to them both. I note that on a percentage basis, that makes this blog more successful than an estimated 95 percent of all Internet dating sites.

That reminds me that I’ll need a new slogan if I’m ever going to monetize the site. I can see where “I don’t expect you to agree. I don’t even expect you to understand.” could be seen as a little off-putting to the cheerfully ignorant masses. Although I’m not sure that “True love and color commentary on the economic apocalypse” is necessarily a whole lot better.