I have heard this question numerous times now for the past three weeks or so : when I go to the bank, when an acquaintance wants to make small talk, or when there is really nothing else to say. Regardless of when I hear it, it startles me every time. What do you mean, being ready for Christmas? Yes, I am ready: I’m in a state of expectation every day… And still… no, I’m not… my manger is not ready… The expectation is only a thirst, but experienced as if there is no water anyway. How can He then be born?…
I respond by returning the question: are you ready for Christmas?
“Well, since it’s coming anyway, I guess let it be.”
“Oh, yes, this time I started early. Everything is prepared. I got everything online.”
“No, I’m not. I have so many things to do, gifts to buy… Maybe next year!”
Run, Forrest, Run!
Am I ready for Christmas?
Socrates, in Plato’s Apology: “You too must be of good hope as regards death, gentlemen of the jury, and keep this one truth in mind, that a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death…”
Even Plato says that you must first get ready; only then are you not harmed either in life or in death. So run, Forrest, run! Towards yourself.
P.S. Today: four years since I started this blog. Thank you!