Reason for the SeasonPosted: December 16, 2013
in this little blogging community there are a few people whom i consider family. i’ve had a few interesting conversation via email with my Big Sister SSM regarding religion and my take on faith and my unique insight to it.
i usually don’t go too deep into my faith here. but Christmas tends to bring out my Catholic boy sentiments. despite the crass subject matter you may find here, i’m very much committed to my faith (looking at you Mary). i’m more spiritual than most of you realize. so tonight, i present my all time favorite Christmas show clip: Linus’ soliloquy as to the meaning of Christmas.
eternal blessings to you and yours during this holiday season. may you spend it in the company of those you love and hold dear and realize and appreciate the blessing you have with these people in your life.
i’ll be in NO for a family Christmas party, right where i belong. it’s the first Gutierrez Christmas party without Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw.
my favorite Christmas song. i’ve had only 2 very memorable moments where my faith honestly saved me: the first was when i lost my first patient, a 7 year old girl, that died while we were trying to extract her from the wheel well of a truck that hit her. she looked me right in the eyes, and exhaled deeply. she was gone. i was in a state of shock for 2 days. i was deed asleep when I had a very vivid dream of an Angel, and the girl was with him. and in the most clear, yet powerful and calm voice heard, “be at peace.” when i woke up, i felt fine. not heavy and dull.
the second was after my first week in boot camp. we were allowed to go to chapel for Sunday Mass. me and 3 other guys went (they well all Latino btw, one was i guy i had to teach english). up to that point all we had done was behavioral changing BS that broke us down into a unit, not as an individual. we were at the “shut up and do it” mentality. were were becoming automatons. in mass it was the first time we had done anything that brought us back to feeling like we were a part of the world. all of us broke down crying when they sang the hymnal. all the new recruits do. in boot camp, if you’re Christian, you’re authorized to wear a cross on your dog tags. i was holding my cross as i cried. they sang this song.
Glory to God in the highest.
Merry Christmas, and God bless.