Was given the beautiful present of attending an evening performance of Chanticleer, San Francisco’s beloved men’s choir, at St. Ignatius church.
Beginning with medieval plainchant, the choir’s praise of Christ and Santa Maria flowed down the centuries and, in the midst of all the frenzy of consumption and “manufactured” holiday cheer surrounding us, I felt joined with the audience in giving thanks for the real gist of this Christmas thing:
Jesus was born. Our savior came. Thank you, Holy One!
Then to the Unitarian-Universalist Church last night, which sort of sidesteps worship of Christ (as my step-mother Maric commented, “The baby got thrown out with the bathwater”).
Yet, the other real point of Christmas was there — community gathered in the heart of winter to confirm love, peace, and joy in an uncertain world.
I am grateful to the good folks of San Francisco and my adopted family for showing me that the spirit of Christmas continues. It’s been nourishing.
Much love and a Merry Christmas to all of you.