Today's sermon was about mixing diverse ingredients to make a tastier holiday season -- you know, the benefits of being inclusive this time of year. (Or, maybe include the Maccabbees in our thoughts, along with the Wise Men.) I found myself sitting with my neighbor Jen, who is moving to Colorado right after Christmas. She was feeling wistful about sitting in these pews for nearly the last time.
On the way home, I stopped at the little pizza parlor and grabbed a slice to go.
I realized anew how happy I am living here. I feel sorry for people like my oldest friend, who has lived in Beverly Hills for 7 years now and still hasn't put down roots. I belong where I'm at.