I celebrate this holiday as a reminder that I am not alone in this world and that there is hope at the end of the longest, darkest tunnels.
These may not be the images that get the most likes on social media (unless you're a celebrity), but they are often the moments that, when we close our eyes and settle into the contentment and satisfaction of an event, that we return to. Not the bucket list items or the show-stopping exhibitions.
My mother remembered a lot of the words to our favorite Christmas carols. Surprisingly, my father chimed in with his baritone voice... "deep in heavenly peace."
No one's love is a sin and no one's gender, identity, or presentation makes them a sinner.
"...there is nothing great about entering a stranger's home, killing the family inside the home, claiming the home as your own, kidnapping a family from another neighborhood and forcing that family to work for your company for no pay and endless abuse. For hundreds of years. And then punishing the kidnapped family once someone says they are allowed to go free by restricting where they can live, what schools they can go to, and where they can use the bathroom."