The End is Near… Sort of

I started this blog last December 12. The idea was to post something every day for a year. So, as of today, I have 10 days to go.

Mostly, I just wanted to see if I could do something (other than essentials, like breathing) every day for a year. I start a lot of things and don’t finish them. This blog was as much about finishing something over an extended period of time as it was about anything else in particular.

It was also a chance to try on a few new kinds of writing. Most of September was taken up with a Writing 101 course. I experimented with a variety of writing prompts. It’s been a good run.

As things wind down here, I’ve started clearing out cobwebs at my old blog, iCaspar. I’ve posted on it only a few times over the last year. Last time was the day after my birthday. Over the last couple days I’ve finished up a new custom theme for it. (Well, finished may be saying too much — these things are never really finished — but it’s finished enough to have people looking at.) I’ve removed many of the old posts. I may remove more of them. All this in preparation for moving back into my old digs.

I won’t be posting every day on iCaspar. My intention is to spend more time on posts rather than just shooting off any old thing that comes to mind. Quality over quantity.

Over the year, in spite of not having promoted the blog or sharing it widely in the usual places (Facebook, Twitter, etc.) I’ve managed to garner a smattering of more-or-less regular readers (other than my wife and my mum) and even a few commenters. If you’re one of them, you have my thanks and appreciation for your support. (And of course I appreciate my wife and my mum, too.) I hope you’ll continue to follow along on iCaspar.

Thanks again. See you tomorrow, and for the next 10 days here, and then in whatever lies beyond.

Santa Gave My Kid a Gun for Christmas

Being a gun-free household is a hard go in America. We get that. There are probably plenty of folks who see nothing wrong with Santa giving kids guns. There’s even a movie where the kid wants a BB gun for Christmas. Everyone tells him, “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid”. In the end he gets the gun for Christmas. I think I can vaguely remember having received a gun for Christmas myself when I was 6 or 7. It shot ping-pong balls.

Leaving aside from the whole “gun rights” issue, my issue with giving guns at Christmas is theological. It simply makes no sense to celebrate the birth of the prince of peace by exchanging implements of death and war. If you believe the Bible, Jesus came to bring Isaiah’s prophesy, “they will beat their swords into plowshares, their spears into pruning hooks,” to fulfillment. In this context, giving guns for Christmas makes no sense. Giving guns for Christmas is anti-Christ. But then, most people who celebrate Christmas aren’t really celebrating Jesus and have never heard of Isaiah, and America isn’t a Christian nation.

My kid did not ask for a gun for Christmas, but when the Santa at Wilmington’s North Pole amusement park gave him a Hunter bolt action loading Air Warrior with 4 foam darts he was pleased to get it — even though he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to keep it.

We’ve offered him a trade. Our own gun redemption program, complete with amnesty for family members bringing unregistered weapons.

Silas asked what we’d do with the gun. It’s a good question.

We could re-gift it. We could drop it off at several places around here that are collecting toys for kids. Or, we could take it to the thrift shop. But if we really don’t believe in giving guns for Christmas we can’t do that. If we didn’t approve of Santa giving our kid a gun for Christmas, we can’t be contributing to some other Santa giving a gun to some other kid. That would be the pot calling the kettle black.

So we will make it disappear. One less gun in the world is only one less in a world of millions, but it’s our small contribution to peace on earth this Christmas.