Yevet Tenney

Year after year, we listen to Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and swoon with wonder at his understanding of the human condition. The three ghosts, Christmas Past, Christmas Present and Christmas Future, come to all of us in some form or another. In the autumn of my life, I am plagued with all three at one time.

It is easy to sit in our over-stuffed recliners and watch the news splattered with the carrion of gossip and conclude America is going to heck in a handbasket and there is no hope for the future.

The world is becoming increasingly atheistic. People think because they can’t see a God, there isn’t one. They reason God was created by man to explain the universe.

Today’s children know more about Rick and Morty, Steven Universe and Hey Arnold than they know about Adam and Eve. I wonder, if this trend continues, how much will the future generation understand about real life and the pathway to success?

I was called “Martha” once back in my college days when I shared an apartment with four other girls. I was scorched at having to pick up after everyone and wash up the dishes that were left on the counter and in the sink.

And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.