Archive for December, 2025

December 14, 2025

Crucial choice

by Rod Smith

There is brokenness that leads to re-building, improved character, renewed strength, refreshed creativity. 

I believe this capacity lives within us all.

I have seen this with my own eyes; men and women build beautiful lives after devastation, loss, betrayal and untold grief.  

There’s brokenness that leads to bitterness, regret, desire for revenge and retribution.

It, too, lives in us all. 

Stubbornness, coldness of heart, perhaps based in a desire for justification, provokes a tough journey.

I’ve seen men and women “go stubborn” and “go bitter” and be lead by the nose to destinations unbearable. 

Brokeness, some, not all, is inevitable, comes packaged with life, time, age, growth and misplaced or misunderstood levels of trust.

Some comes as a result of pride and selfishness — or the rather simple but trustworthy principle of reaping what we’ve sown. 

What will you do with yours? 

Your brokenness? 

What will I do with mine? 

Our response — and it need not be immediate for wisdom is seldom knee-jerk — is a crucial choice. 

It is not an easy choice, but choice is where it all begins – a little like Robert Frost’s “two roads diverged in a yellow wood.”

A choice to build and learn, a choice not to defend or attack, a choice to love in the face of rejection, a choice to give people what they ask for, a choice to engage, or not – perhaps the choice less travelled, will make the difference. 

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December 9, 2025

Jesus and Christmas…….. are you sure?

by Rod Smith

The annual cavort down the track to get back to the “real meaning” of Christmas, as if we ever fully knew it,  fascinates me. 

Then, after fascination, I shudder. 

The ramifications of “Getting Jesus Into Christmas” if ever achieved, cause me to shudder. 

Then I relax with the knowledge it’s beyond us (definitely me, and probably you).

We are too far gone. Off the mark.

I admit there may be rare exceptions but we’ve gotten so sidetracked with the divine-Reveal, we (you and me), seem to forget that Jesus was a baby for as long as we were. 

Then, He grew up. 

Fully grown Jesus is quite demanding, a straight-shooter. Uncompromising. 

And, He’s exorbitantly full of patience and compassion while personifying, justice, mercy, and humility. Jesus rejects pretension, prejudice, all that comes with both. He does not take kindly to pride, arrogance. 

You and I will never get Jesus into Christmas while we hold the (perhaps) secret belief in our own superiority, or remain ready to stone others, any others. 

His cup overflows with goodness and mercy but don’t get on the wrong side of Him. 

Jesus requires we love those whom we think we’re justified to reject. 

He loves those whom we (falsely) believe He rejects and expects us to love (not tolerate, or accommodate, but love) which begins at least with a willingness to engage “them,” whomever “them” is. 

Your (our) rejection of – insert groups, nations. Individuals, subgroups, “illegals” – will never lead you or me to greater health or deeper spirituality or deeper knowledge of Him. 

It’s impossible to grow closer to Him while rejecting anyone or any group He loves. 

Rejection, indifference, scorn, at any one is to reject, scorn, be indifferent also to Him……

No matter how many ways you try to bring Jesus into Christmas you (I do too) lock yourself out while you harbor resentments or rejection for anyone, no matter how righteous or justified you may believe yourself to be. 

The real meaning of Christmas is, dare I say, rather frightening.

Shudder at the very thought.

What a wonderful world it would be……..!

December 4, 2025

All I want for Christmas

by Rod Smith

All I want for Christmas has nothing to do with two front teeth as one of my aunts usd to sing when we were children.

 I prefer a pre-Christmas lunch with friends of all ages seated at a large “let’s-talk-all-afternoon” table. 

We’d tell stories. We’d make a concerted effort to listen to each other. 

We’d speak of risks that paid off and those that didn’t.

Some of us would cry at  least a few times for the losses endured, but even those who cry easily, for some have much to mourn, would also laugh a lot – we humans are like that.  

As conversation ebbs and flows I know we’d marvel at our former naivete; the big ideas that turned to nothing, small ones that changed our worlds. 

There’ll be talk of lost baggage, delayed flights, expired passports and some will go very quiet and silently recall the pain and the power of deep, trusted friendships lost. 

I don’t want a tree or flashing lights tacked around my house but I would like to take friends home a few days before Christmas and have quiet hours together appreciating the simple joys of companionship, undeserved forgiveness, being seen, being heard, laced with supersized helpings of all-round Grace.