A Season for Epiphany

Garrison Keillor calls Christmas a gift to America.

I agree. It causes us to pause, for  just a moment from life’s routines ,and experience something different, perhaps deeply comforting.

A Season for Sharing

The season brings familiar sounds that set the tone for the entire month.  Our local classical station, WETA, plays only Christmas arrangements for the week prior to the 25th.

This year Joan and I sing in two Messiah concerts. The second  will be tomorrow on stage at the annual Kennedy Center’a community sing along with a full house of 2,500.  The event is so anticipated that before the free online ticket distribution now, singers would start lining  up at 5:00 AM the day the tickets were handed out.

Familiar music is just one element creating  a more generous mood.  Gifts are not limited to those near or dear.  The heightened community spirit attracts solicitations of non-profits seeking support for efforts addressing multiple social needs.

Yesterday’s special Joy offering at church included four options: funds for retired ministers and staff, a DC charity serving immigrants, an area food bank or a 35-year partnership with Shokoho a Kenyan grade school in a remote farming area.

The postman brings requests from local organizations such as public broadcasting to worldwide–Doctors Without Borders.  Every not-for-profit with which one has had some contact in life from colleges, museums, theaters, volunteer organizations and of course local medical providers remind us of prior associations.

Christmas brings forth people’s charitable instincts inspired by the spirit of the season. And sometimes assisted by yearend tax considerations.

A Time to Reflect

In addition to Messiah,  the other anticipated event are performances of Charles Dickens  A Christmas Carol.   HIs characters Marley, Cratchit, Tiny Tim and especially Scrooge reflect the many circumstances still present today.

We saw a trational version that featured over 30 local performers at the Silver Spring Stage.  The  cast of all ages played to sold out audiences.

In this year’s adaptation the author showed that all three visits by the ghosts of Christmas’s past, present and future are necessary to understanding Scrooge’s character.

Every person, or organization has a legacy, present priorities and future aspirations.   Meaning and purpose combine all three.  If we overlook or are not aware of our past, present actions lose context and future efforts open-ended.

Understanding how we and the organizations to which we belong navigate the timeline we all travel is essential for meaning. And future hope.

A contemporary Wall Street representation of Dickens take is the 2000 movie The Family Man starring Nicolas Cage.  Past, present and future are all in one story, one person.  But unlike Scrooge’s awakening, this character’s future seems less clear.

This film captures our current era when meaning is secondary to personal and corporate triumph.  The film might even seem familiar to sponsors of  certain recent credit union transactions.

The Giving that Matters

Another reminder of this season is O Henry’s short story The Gift of the Magi.

It was published in 1905 during a period of political awakening to growing disparities in wealth and living circumstances.   It is a story of a couple with no means searching for special christmas gifts for each.   There is no reference to gold, frankincense or myrrh.

Rather it is a story about the most valuable gift anyone can offer another.

Garrison Keilor went on to describe why he called this season a gift to America:   We experience a festival of kindness, and I sense this on the streets of New York and in the subway, I feel it in airports, the TSA agents take on a gentler tone, people are keenly aware of the elderly, the halt and lame, small children, the lost and confused, and if this strikes you as naïve, I apologize but it’s how this old man sees things.

I would only add that is how most commentators have seen this season throughout the ages.  Sometimes the arc of life can bring wisdom, hopefully not only in old age.

Why Credit Unions Were Founded

From Bloomberg.com on December 17, 2025

The Opposite End of Wealth

 

 

Scenes of the Season II

A Messiah rehearsal with the New Dominion Chorale. Tom Beveridge, the Music Director-Conductor  for 35 years, prepares his final concert.

Holiday gift collection at St. Luke Catholic Church (VA)

Responses after Sunday’s three masses

As at the first Christmas; political activity at the DC holiday market.

The Advent candles with  a canned food drive at Arlington Presbyterian Church (VA)

Why Christmas matters still

 

 

Scenes of this Season

An early snow with temperatures below average.

The weather didn’t hinder this Santa’s journey.

National Gallery of Art reception decorated with music and nature.

Statue of Mercury at the Gallery fountain.

The beauty of poinsettias and red berry.

 

Buffet’s 2025 Thanksgiving Letter

This annual secular homily is Buffett’s last as CEO.  It is eight pages filled with reminisces, friendships and observations.   At 95, his perspective of life’s lessons has universal relevance.

I have added the subheads and boldings to the excerpts below.

A Story about a CEO’s Mistake

In 1985, when Don was president of Coke, the company launched its ill-fated New Coke. Don made a famous speech in which he apologized to the public and reinstated “Old” Coke. This change of heart took place after Don explained that Coke incoming mail addressed to “Supreme Idiot” was promptly delivered to his desk. His “withdrawal” speech is a classic and can be viewed on YouTube. He cheerfully acknowledged that, in truth, the Coca-Cola product belonged to the public and not to the company. Sales subsequently soared.

The Joy of  Omaha as Home

Can it be that there is some magic ingredient in Omaha’s water?

I lived a few teenage years in Washington, DC (when my dad was in Congress) and in 1954 I took what I thought would be a permanent job in Manhattan. There I was treated wonderfully by Ben Graham and Jerry Newman and made many life-long friends. New York had unique assets – and still does.

Nevertheless, in 1956, after only 1½ years, I returned to Omaha, never to wander again. Subsequently, my three children, as well as several grandchildren, were raised in Omaha. My children always attended public schools (graduating from the same high school that educated my dad (class of 1921), my first wife, Susie (class of 1950) as well as Charlie, Stan Lipsey, Irv and Ron Blumkin, who were key to growing Nebraska Furniture Mart, and Jack Ringwalt (class of 1923), who founded National Indemnity and sold it to Berkshire in 1967 where it became the base upon which our huge P/C operation was constructed.

Our country has many great companies, great schools, great medical facilities and each definitely has its own special advantages along with talented people. But I feel very lucky to have had the good fortune to make many lifelong friends, to meet both of my wives, to receive a great start in education at public schools, to meet many interesting and friendly adult Omahans when I was very young, and to make a wide variety of friends in the Nebraska National Guard.

In short, Nebraska has been home. Looking back I feel that both Berkshire and I did better because of our base in Omaha than if I had resided anywhere else. The center of the United States was a very good place to be born, to raise a family, and to build a business. Through dumb luck, I drew a ridiculously long straw at birth. . .

Luck in Life

But Lady Luck is fickle and – no other term fits – wildly unfair. In many cases, our leaders and the rich have received far more than their share of luck – which, too often, the recipients prefer not to acknowledge. Dynastic inheritors have achieved lifetime financial independence the moment they emerged from the womb, while others have arrived, facing a hell-hole during their early life or, worse, disabling physical or mental infirmities that rob them of what I have taken for granted. In many heavily-populated parts of the world, I would likely have had a miserable life and my sisters would have had one even worse.

I was born in 1930 healthy, reasonably intelligent, white, male and in America. Wow! Thank you, Lady Luck. My sisters had equal intelligence and better personalities than I but faced a much different outlook. Lady Luck continued to drop by during much of my life, but she has better things to do than work with those in their 90s. Luck has its limits. . .

Father Time is Undefeated

Father Time, to the contrary, now finds me more interesting as I age. And he is undefeated; for him, everyone ends up on his score card as “wins.” When balance, sight, hearing and memory are all on a persistently downward slope, you know Father Time is in the neighborhood.. . .

The Lasting Influence of Mothers

Fortunately, all three children received a dominant dosage of their genes from their mother. As the decades have passed, I have also become a better model for their thinking and behavior. I will never, however, achieve parity with their mother . .

A Word for His Children

I have assured my children that they do not need to perform miracles nor fear failures or disappointments. These are inevitable, and I have made my share. They simply need to improve somewhat upon what generally is achieved by government activities and/or private philanthropy, recognizing these other methods of redistribution of wealth have shortcomings as well.. .

On CEO Salaries

During my lifetime, reformers sought to embarrass CEOs by requiring the disclosure of the compensation of the boss compared to what was being paid to the average employee. Proxy statements promptly ballooned to 100-plus pages compared to 20 or less earlier.

But the good intentions didn’t work; instead they backfired. Based on the majority of my observations – the CEO of company “A” looked at his competitor at company “B” and subtly conveyed to his board that he should be worth more. Of course, he also boosted the pay of directors and was careful who he placed on the compensation committee.

The new rules produced envy, not moderation. The ratcheting took on a life of its own. What often bothers very wealthy CEOs – they are human, after all – is that other CEOs are getting even richer. Envy and greed walk hand in hand. And what consultant ever recommended a serious cut in CEO compensation or board payments?

A Few Final Thoughts

Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless. Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard to beat The Golden Rule as a guide to behavior.

J write this as one who has been thoughtless countless times and made many mistakes but also became very lucky in learning from some wonderful friends how to behave better (still a long way from perfect, however). Keep in mind that the cleaning lady is as much a human being as the Chairman. . .

I wish all who read this a very happy Thanksgiving. Yes, even the jerks; it’s never too late to change. Remember to thank America for maximizing your opportunities. But it is – inevitably – capricious and sometimes venal in distributing its rewards.

Choose your heroes very carefully and then emulate them. You will never be perfect, but you can always be better.

The Greatest of These . . .

Thanksgiving is about gratitude.  The many moments in life that we experience joy, hope, and beauty.

Appreciate the special  comfort from being with those for whom you care and who care for you.

May your sense of purpose and goodwill be renewed.  Gratitude will make everyone around you feel love.

 

A Week for Giving Thanks

In life, both  fiction and for real, we often do not know the full story until the last chapter.

Yesterday, a funeral service filled with gratitude opend this new week for my wife and me. Not just a memorial service, but also “The Celebration of Life and Service of Witness to the Resurrection.”

What do those last four words mean?

Funerals are brief and often insightful summaries of what made the person unique-not just as an identity, but also for a life lived.  The full story completed.

For non-family members, the service provides a brief glimpse of the arc of a person’s life by those who, in most cases, knew them best.  When one is not family, we often are only aware of brief moments of familiarity that rarely capture one’s full story.

Gratitude

This service was for a mother of two girls, who divorced in the early 1970’s, raised the family  by herself while earning an MBA and pursuing a career.  Life was filled with job changes and relocations to make ends meet.

My wife and I only knew her as a grandmother, who sang in the choir, volunteered in the Opportunity Shop, and was a full time caregiver for her grandchild, raised by her own single mother.

Her life was defined in her family’s remarks, as one of unconditional acceptance of others, care and service to the community.

Not Owners, but Stewards

There is a saying among farmers that the land they cultivate is not theirs.  They are stewards of the legacy they inherited. They are not owners free to do whatever they want with the property.  Rather their ultimate obligation is to manage the land so the legacy continues to benefit future generations.

This is similar to the belief motivating and sustaining many credit union leaders past and present.

But it also portrays one of life’s realities for all.

How one spends their most precious asset, their limited years, becomes their legacy.  Family will recall, as they did on Sunday, the  experiences that influenced them as children, grandchildren pr as a brother.

In the service bulletin was a note that offered suggestions if someone wanted to make a donation to honor the person’s memory.  Chosen by the family, this list is a glimpse pf the person’s priorities in life:

  • The Hunger Program of the Presbyterian Church
  • The Lupus Foundation of America
  • Your local food bank.

This is how the family  suggests others support the values the person lived in her life.

This list is for gifts of thanks giving. It is how the family wants their mother ‘s actions and priorities remembered.  And passed on.

This Sunday service was not just a celebration of past deeds  It was a pivot to  how a person’s example will continue to shape the future. Through family and friends.  It is why funerals matter.  We will all have one.

 

 

 

Nature’s Wardrobe of Fall Colors

Fall brings new options from nature’s closet-some staying on from summer and others new. My wife wants the yard to display color in every season.  Here are samples from nature’s local outlet of the fall line.

My Star mangnolia in full dress mode

The last rose of summer

Pansies in a flower box should winter over

Fall camilias are the star of this season 

Yuletide camilia just starting to bloom

Nandina or heavenly bamboo berries

Summer chrysanthemum in container-bring in or recyle?

Ready tor fall

 

 

The Call of Duty–Veterans Day 2025

From John McCain:  Glory is the act of being constant to something greater than yourself.

A young person explains his decision to attend the US Naval Academy. This recent video, sent to his high school college counselors, was forwarded to family friends by proud grandparents.

His grandfather attended college on an ROTC scholarship. He became an Army ranger during Vietnam.  Afterwards he was a reporter for the Chicago Tribune and closed his many career endeavors as  a college political science professor.  A life of service beginning with the call of duty.

Ralph Waldo Emerson stated, The apple does not fall far from the tree. When values liked these are handed down, America’s future  is in good hands.

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Two Seasonal Reflections-Political and Natural

Will Rogers:  There is no credit to being a comedian when you have the whole government working for you.

The Maple Leaf-A Metaphor for Life

by Rondalyn Whitney

I hope my death is like a maple leaf,
a final, radiant show.
Not a storm of sudden, brutal grief,
but a gentle, amber glow.

To fade as autumn comes to call,
to loosen its grip with grace.
Not cling to the branch, but simply fall,
and find a new resting place.

A flash of crimson, orange, and gold,
a final, vibrant hue.
Then, a slow drift, stories untold,
a journey forever new.

To spin and twirl on the final breeze,
a dance upon the air.
Rustle softly through the autumn trees,
a beauty beyond compare.

And when it lands, a soft, hushed sound,
upon the forest floor.
A new beauty on the cold ground,
until it’s seen no more.