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CHRISTMAS IN BROOKLYN©
BY JACK SCHIMMELMAN
JACK_SCHIMMELMAN@GMAIL.COM
I lived in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn for close to 15 years. During that time I
worked at jobs in Manhattan, which began early in the morning and
found me coming home very late at night, around the midnight hour
sometimes later. Bay Ridge is a community of single-family homes,
mixed with small multi-family apartment buildings. I lived in the latter.
It is a working class/middle class neighborhood. People take pride in
their homes and present them as best as possible.
Each Christmas eve I would navigate the wishing hour that divides the
days. Snow is on the ground. All is quiet. The snow is pure. It is
during these moments when I can feel my essence breathe deeply
allowing a stream of harmony to wash over me. I stare with wonder at
the modest Christmas lights that my neighbors have managed to
create. In many windows I can see pine trees that have lovingly been
invited indoors adorned with an array of color, silver tinsel and
precious objects. Some are topped by angels, others by homegrown
images. These sights and sounds reassure me with their eternal
simplicity.
Some insist that the Christ consciousness comes only to those who are
“special.” I am here to tell you that it can come to the most
downtrodden, as well as the most socially powerful person. And when
it does arrive, totally unexpected, we are brought to our knees,
sometimes metaphorically and often actually. What is this Christ
consciousness? Is it only embodied in one historical figure, Jesus of
Nazareth? At the risk of angering those who believe devoutly in this
paradigm, I bear witness that the very nature of Christ is that it resides
in the DNA of us all. And when I say “us,” I not only speak of human
beings, but rather all manifestations of life. For that omnipotence is
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the very essence of unconditional love. It is the soul of all of life and
call it what you may, this essence is what I call God.
Merry Christmas.