File PhotoRev. Kent Leydens. ■ Rev. Kent Leydens / Contributed T. S. Eliot began his poem The Wasteland, writing “April is the cruelest month.” I wonder if these days we may write, “December is the cruelest month.” Eliot’s lament was that springtime meant the vast armies assembled in Europe would move from winter slumber to begin again their slaughter and destruction in what we call World War I. Our battles are different. This time of year, our culture presses upon us a joyous, bright and hectic season that is supposed to be full of good cheer and celebration, or you are not doing it right; however, for many people, what we
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