I have to pull the blanket up to my neck when my eyes opened this morning, that wisp of cool breeze coming from the window brushing my skin how I wish this room stays this way all the time I hate those humid summer mornings waking up perspiring like a truck driver. For whatever season or reason I said a simple prayer of thanks. I heard of this couple who have to journey thousands of miles away to go back to their place of origin in order to be counted for the purpose of taxation as decreed by the governor. This should be a very simple journey were it not for the special condition of the wife. She is pregnant. This particular government edict took most citizens travelling, a trip that some people will do for several days and spend some nights on rented rooms. And so it happened since this two ordinary people dressed in plain clothes having not much wealth and political influence found themselves alone and on their own with no available place to stay for one night. But this night is not just a regular overnight sleep, it so happened that his wife will give birth. What’s surprising was neither of these two individuals complained, whined, argued, protested or fought for their rights. They’ve been told to travel to a place miles away, no complaints about how physically difficult it is for someone who is pregnant to make a step; no whining from the husband who has to be on foot beside the donkey walking on rocks under the heat of the sun, inhaling dust and dirt, unsure of a place to lay their heads once they get to their destination; no arguments insisting to take another route; no protest to the governor for implementing a decree in the middle of a cold weather; neither did they fought their rights for availability of a room knowing fully well they’re bearing the savior of the world. This is a simple and plain story that happened more than two thousand years ago, the details and the process no one knows and maybe totally irrelevant to today’s issue. So what if they have to travel while she is pregnant, give birth to a baby in swaddling clothes, in a manger together with animals. If the story is true or not, it doesn’t matter. But this story will keep on coming and we will listen to it year after year. A simple and plain story that should be told because the message of humility, compassion, peace, joy, love, patience, kindness is imbedded with this story. A message that will need to be told and retold with intensity.
“… but the tradition of artists will continue no matter what form the society takes. And this is another reason to write: people need us, to mirror for them and for each other without distortion…” – Anne Lamott
Prompt: You can singlehandedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected — a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery. What cause would you link to what effect, and why?