Twig Sunday
Today is Twig Sunday.
Twig Sunday? What is that?
Well, it’s a tradition that my church borrowed from…somewhere old. I don’t remember who George attributed it to — I should have paid more attention give how much I like the idea.
Okay, so you get a small bundle of twigs. Only a few. And you think of all the worries and stresses and frustrations and other bad things that happened this year and you put all of those bad things onto the twigs. I like to come up with something for each twig to represent.
Okay, got all your problems of 2001 transferred to these twigs? Good.
Now burn them.
Yeah, light them on fire and watch them burn. Everything that sucked about last year is gone.
It’s not unlike a lot of other New Year’s traditions. But I like it because (a) it involves fire and (b) I, um, like twigs? I dunno. I just like it.
So back to my point: It’s twig Sunday, so go find some twigs of your own.
