Yeah, I know Christmas season is over. Oftentimes, when we think of the Baby Jesus, we think of peace on earth, with the hopefulness that such a thing could somehow be possible. Everyone looking up at the same star, this same beam of light in the sky, leading us to this pure gift from God.

Two things have made an impact on me this week: 1) I started taking a Raja Yoga meditation class at a meditation center down the street, wherein we ponder peace and the connectedness of all souls on earth and look toward God, the single point of light beyond the universe in our soul’s home; and 2) I watched Talladega Nights.

Now, Ricky Bobby, when he prayed, liked to pray to the Baby Jesus. His family would argue with him that Jesus wasn’t always a baby. He grew up to be a great man, a healer and bringer of peace. But, Ricky Bobby really liked the Baby Jesus. And why shouldn’t he? Babies are the purest creation, no thoughts or worries, nothing but pure baby-ness, before they grow up to learn about lust and greed and envy, or any of those horrible, deadly sins.

So, care of Ricky Bobby and our friends in Raja Yoga, I wish you the peace of a well-fed, sleeping baby. Alright?

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