By William Kevin Stoos —— Bio and Archives--December 20, 2023
"Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance and benevolence were, all, my business." -- [The Ghost of Jacob Marley, A Christmas Carol]
Of all the Christmas stories, nothing is to me more enduring and inspiring than Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Whether the tale itself or the 1951 black and white film version starring Alastair Sim—the scary old coot who Dickens himself would have cast for the role—the wonderful story of Scrooge's haunting and ultimate redemption is indelibly seared into my memory and inspires me still.
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By Lynda Janzen on 2022 12 21
Just a comment on Joe Boudreault's (below) ...
The following exchange is before any ghosts show up in A Christmas Carol, when Scrooge's nephew visits him in his gloomy office:
"A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!," cried a cheerful voice (Scrooge's nephew."
There is than some banter between them over keeping Christmas, in which Scrooge ends by saying that Christmas has never done much good for him. And the nephew replies ... "There are many things from which I might have derived good by which I have not profited, I dare say Christmas, among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas-time, when it has come around -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a king, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it HAS done me good, and WILL do me good, and I say, 'God bless it!'
Joe, only God truly knows a person's heart, but I believe that anyone who can write words like these knows his Creator / Saviour God.
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