The commercial christmas is the season of obligatory giving, unrestrained consumerism, family differences disguised as gatherings of the heart, and piles of wrapping trash. The celebration of love and joy that was born in the barren desert of Palestine is very different.
Love lifts us all. Even above the weight of forced familiarity, the spirit of giving soars. Linda and I are connected in ways we do not understand to a small island in the middle of the Pacific called “Maui.” We have returned to it every whale season for nearly thirty years. Our bond is that powerful. New shopping centers and asphalt have covered much of Maui since we first came, but they do not interfere with the spirit of Aloha there.