And Now For November…

The end of October brings colorful leaves to the trees, and after the cool windy days says goodbye to them. The children have a hauntingly fun time collecting candy from neighbors. It also ushers in the month of November. The temperatures continue to slink downward here on the Coast, although never to the frosty lows described by Bobby Valentine in Milwaukee or Charlie Whitfield in Sault St. Marie. Family plans are made for gathering together to give thanks. The end of November marks another anniversary of my earthly trek, and such a decline in the potential for tropical storms that we signal the end of hurricane season.

Fall leads us into the introspective winter, when cold days are spent indoors… thinking … contemplating the Summer past and the winding down of another year. The naked branches of the trees reaching up into the sky remind us of the losses we have suffered, and the hope of renewal that will come in time. Soon we will rush through the lights and gifts of Christmas and find ourselves staring into the eyes of 2007. We will ask questions of ourselves. We will reflect on the noble goals from only a year ago that long since have been pushed into dark corners and gathered cobwebs.

And along with Jack, we search our hearts and come to the realization that “there’s an empty place in my bones, that calls out for something unknown.” It is in these hours of reflection that the flicker of hope illuminates our souls as we recognize the presence of our only Hope. What will become of those who do not have this hope? It is our privilege to bring this light into their lives.

Jack’s Lament From The Nightmare Before Christmas

There are few who’d deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it’s the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There’s something out there, far from my home
A longing that I’ve never known

I’m a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I’ll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I’m Mister Unlucky
And I’m known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He’d give it all up if he only could

Oh, there’s an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears 


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