Reconnecting With our Human Souls

If we tried to glean Christmas spirit from the city of Fayettnam, quickly you would discover an irreverent, unchristian, antagonistic, and aggressive campaign to thwart any recognition of the celebration of the birth of Christ.  Fayetteville has been moving this way for several decades.  While local bible enclaves, massive tax-exempt church/schools litter Fayetteville neighborhoods, the overt mood of Fayettenam is fear, desperation, and an active war on heterosexual interaction.  Militant lesbians populate local stores and angry poor people fail to assume any attitude of love, friendship, or gratitude.  Residents of Fayetteville celebrate their family Christmas festivities hunkered down inside their homes with the blinds shut and doors closed.  It is no mystery why single people become depressed during the holidays.  The holidays accentuate social segregation.  Having to resort to organized religion, bible compounds that attract thousands and provide fellowship, isn't fair.  Why must we seek a sense of warmth and security in the confines of our own purchased dwellings?  Why is the city environment so violent, unsupportive, and cold?  What creates the dynamic of a city?  What things dictate the mood of an environment?  The answer is the move away from religious roots.  More specifically a discarding of the religious calendar, an understanding and abidance to the events in the Christian calendar.  If one attends church then this year is evident.  Christmas and Easter are major events in this calendar, and the other weeks and months of the year are well defined with meaning and purpose.  America has whittled religious reverence down to going to church on Sunday, and the sanctity of the Sabbath no longer is recognizable.  As a community, a business community tasked with providing income for its residents, we have forsaken the Sabbath for economics.  Once stores were closed on Sundays.  Once we could not purchase alcohol on Sundays.  Sunday was understood to be a day of rest and spiritual reflection.  On Sundays in Fayettenam, we railroad.  This year our prelude to Christmas was filling the skies with lethal jet exhaust, coating the tops of neighborhoods with black soot mixed with fall allergens.  Merry Christmas.  It is so important that people get where they are going at the expense of their neighbors.  Fayetteville long has been a convenient whore for business, and those with money escape to their beach and mountain homes to escape the desperation and pollution.  It is a disservice to everyone.  On Christmas Eve at a mild 65 degrees certainly produced by man made emissions, I mulched, fertilized, and tilled my garden paving the way for Spring planting.  I cleaned our pond and filled it with fresh water for the birds, and pressure washed the bricks covered in unsightly green algae growing from global warming.  Fungal infections are more prevalent from unseasonal warm and moist air.  If there were a way to glorify the birth of Jesus, than a tended yard and prudent plan for the future is appropriate.  Meanwhile my eyes continue to burn from the black soot and allergens inside our house being blown through the walls with endless waves of infrasound.  The bombs burst in midair, the Army's radar tracks faux domestic terrorists inside their homes, and intimidation ensues.  It is a wonderful Christmas dynamic.  It we gave it a rest and took the time to nurture our spiritual beings (meaning the industrial activity stops for a bit), the rediscovering of our human souls would solve most of our societal problems.