Food for thought.

The holiday is over and just like that, the Christmas spirit disappears for another year.  Just a few hours into the "day after" we found ourselves in the midst of "he said/she said", "I want" and "too bad" behaviors.  It still amazes me that the season of peace on earth, good will towards man can be forgotten in a matter of minutes.

I'm not a martyr.  I'm not a cynic.  But I am completely and utterly defeated by those who can't seem to grasp the season of blessings and love.  And while I feel sorry for them, I can't help but wonder what they're teaching the next generation.  Are they teaching them that he who yells the loudest wins?  Are they hypocrites?  Have they taught them to give in to pressure vs. standing by their convictions?  

I don't often blog about my faith, my beliefs or my views.  I leave religion and politics to those that like to hear themselves talk.  But I would be remiss in my duty to the boys if I failed to say that those that preach love, peace, forgiveness, compassion and understanding are often those that have failed to learn the lessons themselves.  Those are traits that are practiced, not preached.  Respect is earned, not demanded and love isn't something you say, it's something you show.