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/p>I sincerely hope you will be singing carols again with your friends next Christmas, Mr. Henry. You are an irreplaceable inspiration to all of us regulars out here who love TAS.
p>God bless you. br> -- Mike Showalter br> Austin, Texas /p> p> Merry Christmas and God bless you, sir. You'll sing Christmas carols in heaven. br> -- Deborah Durkee br> Marietta, Georgia /p>I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Henry has been sick these last few months. His fear of walking "on my trembling legs" to a Christmas party down the street, or his sorrow that it would be his last Christmas, evoked a wonderful pathos, if wonderful is the right word to use.
I've recently learned that I also suffer from a sickness. While it's not life-threatening (I hope), it robs me of the sense of invulnerability that our forty-something generation likes to cling to. I think in my case the affliction wasn't sent by the Lord to show how great my faith is, but really how rather small it is. But weak though it might be, I still have faith.
Christopher Hitchens has no faith at all, sadly. I haven't read his god is not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything, partly because of the typo, and partly because he once called Ronald Reagan a "lizard," but also because, as Mr. Lott pointed out, Hitchens apparently failed to show up for the debate he had with Doug Wilson.