One of my stress-busters
during the “holiday season” is to watch syrupy, formula Christmas movies with
my wife, Jill. She selects the best of Hallmark or Lifetime, all of which
follow pretty much the same plot. Someone loves Christmas; someone else threatens
to ruin Christmas; a “miracle” happens to transform the “Scrooge” character so
that he or she saves Christmas. And I cry at the end every time. I cannot help
myself. I see it coming but, anyway, bam, they get me. Besides the
redeeming value of taking my mind completely away from everything else for 90
minutes, every once in a while there is a memorable line, like this one spoken
by the Christmastide fan to the Scrooge-character: “What was your best day
ever? When you don’t know you can fail; you can smell it; taste it; you know
you can hit it out of the park?”
Which got me thinking about
what was my best day ever? What is the meaning of “best” anyway? Does it
mean “most memorable”? “Most life-altering?” “Most fun?” And then I started
wondering, would my best day ever be a day about what happened to me, or what
happened to someone else, someone I love? Is “best” defined by the best
slice of pizza I ever ate or the best hotel I ever stayed at or the most romantic
night I ever had with my wife? It is really hard to select one day out of
a 59 years. The easy answer, is of course, my wedding day, and the days
my children and grandsons were born. But, for purposes of this quiz,
let’s exclude those days. What were the elements of your best day ever?
Why?
I find it easier to reflect
in shorter blocks of time. Like today: I am going to spend the day with our son
and grandsons watching the Badgers play basketball in Madison. Or Christmas
Eve, listening to our daughter share a Christmas meditation and two daughters
in the faith meditate in word and song about the incarnation. Or Thanksgiving
Day, having spaghetti in the box meal with Jill in a hotel room followed by a
winter walk in the downtown area looking for stores opening early. All
“best days.”
As you reflect on the year
gone by, was there a day or a few days which jump off the calendar at you? Who
was there? Where were you? What were you doing? And then say a prayer of
thanksgiving for that experience, for the blessing of God upon that day, that
time, those people. On you. And wonder, is my best day ever still
to come?
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