Faith exists when we have a sense of wonder about something larger than ourselves. Call it God, Nature, the Universe, or Love. According to modern theologian/radical priest Richard Rohr, the root of the word disaster means to be disconnected from the stars. When we humble ourselves and realize we are not as powerful as we like to think, our petty suffering takes a back seat to awe.

This time of year brings with it serious rumination about the meaning of life, the direction the world is taking, and promises—in spite of the past year’s losses and mistakes—to better myself. It’s a never ending process, but I continue to chug along like the little engine that could, looking for the top of that hill. Giving up is not an option.

I will wait, watch and listen for the universe’s GPS to send me in the right direction to leave my chicken scratch of a legacy behind. On these short winter days, my wish for all of you is that you seek whatever fills you with hope. If this season is truly one of earnest generosity, what we receive in return will far outweigh the effort expended by the giving.

Happy Hope, Merry Giving, Peace and Compassion to you in 2026!