Shouts of Joy

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During the last few months, we  have had terrible catastrophes, such as hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, and forest fires. Newspapers are filled with depressing news of mass shootings, corruption,  and sexual harrassment. We are bombarded with attacks on a free press and nasty political  battlegrounds. Yet during this Advent season we are supposed to rejoice and be glad for our Savior  has come.

Where will we find the joy we want to experience during this holy season? Here are a few suggestions:
!. Spend time with people who are optimistic and hopeful; avoid those who are pessimistic and negative.
2. Surprise neighbors with a homemade pie or cookies and enjoy their surprise and delight.
3. Start laughing in a group for no reason at all and others will join you. A good laugh relieves stress.
4. Watch children playing on a playground and let their spontaneous antics warm your heart.
5. Stop watching the news or reading the newspaper for one or two days a week to avoid the depressing stories of violence and scandals.
6. Take a walk and breathe in the cold fresh air and relish the winter landscape.
7.  Avoid shopping malls filled with stuff you do not need and people shoving and pushing to find the best bargains.
8. Spend some time in prayer, thanking God for the blessings in your life.
The poet David Whyte writes: "Inside everyone / is a great shout of joy / waiting to be born." As we begin this Advent, may we give birth to the joy within each of us and spread it around. to others. 






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