This passage congers up many different ways to portray the holy mother of God. There is the historical Mary of the Bible – most of what we know is found in the first chapter of Luke. There’s also relevant Mary, who can inspire us to do what might seem impossible to do. And then there’s modern Mary, like the one featured in John Crist’s silly video entitled “Joseph and Mary 2020.” (watch the video on YouTube)
 
As you might imagine from the title, the sketch begins with a young millennial couple sitting in their rather upscale home. Both are stylishly dressed and tethered to their smart phones. A very pregnant Mary is making a Tik-Tok when Joseph interrupts to announce, “Caesar Augustus just tweeted that we have to go Bethlehem to fill out a census.”
 
Mary is quick to point out that Fauci has banned travel - otherwise they would have done Thanksgiving at her parents house. Joseph assures her it’s just a quick Uber ride away, and even suggests they could get a hotel for the night. As we know, all the hotels in Bethlehem are booked.
 
Leave it up to Mary to find a rustic barn on AirBNB. Having read that it’s “a full immersive experience with live barn animals,” Mary is all in.  She knows it will be better than any of those trendy gender reveal parties. She tells Joseph, “I’m going to post on Instagram from a barn, with live barn animals announcing our newborn child. Imagine all the likes.”

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This social influencing mother to be is not the typical Mary we have come know from preschool Christmas pageants. Though it provides some well-needed comedic social commentary, it’s a far cry from the historic Mary who sings her beautiful song of praise.
 
That Mary is barely a teenager living in 1st century Palestine. We don’t know who her parents are, or her father’s occupation, or how many brothers and sisters she had. Luke tells us she has a much older cousin, Elizabeth, who Mary goes to visit for three months – probably to get her out of the sight of the neighborhood gossips. 
 
Judging by her song, it’s safe to assume Mary’s family is not wealthy or powerful which might explain why we don’t know her backstory. People like her didn’t matter enough to have one. By all accounts, she was an ordinary nobody. Until she was selected by God to carry God’s self into the world. Now her name is forever on the heart of creation.
 
Her song is one of four sung from the mouths of women who play key roles in the lives of ancient Israelites. The first was Miriam, the sister of Moses. Then Deborah, Hannah, and now Mary. Because she knows their ancient stories, she knows God can be trusted. So, Mary is willing to say yes to God, even when she doesn’t understand how a virgin like herself cold bear God’s Son.
 
Because of her response, and her responsibility, Mary is depicted as a model Christian. More churches bare her name than any other biblical figure. She has a reputation of being in perfect sync with God, responding to God's call with absolute obedience, to carry the Christ child and offer him to the world.
 
Who was she that God would choose her? She was an ordinary nobody who was brave enough to say yes to God.
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In his book The Universal Christ, Richard Rohr describes Mary as “the archetype for our yes to God!” Like Mary, God has called us all to be that “great divine yes that humanity forever needs for Christ to be born into the world.”

In the faithfulness of this unknown girl from Nazareth is “the model for the way the grace of God can and will, albeit in smaller ways, use each of us” writes Frank Logue.

The way I see it, Mary is us. An ordinary nobody like you and me, called to do the extraordinary.
 
I don’t know if Mary was reluctant or afraid. But I know she was willing to trust that God knew what God was doing. I also know her story is no different than our own. Her call, as extraordinary as it was, is our call. But will her yes, be ours as well?
 
Which takes us to the Mary I think we all can relate to today. A Mary who reminds us that God has invited us ordinary folk, to participate in God’s redemptive plan to transform the world. Don’t be surprised if there isn’t a choir of angels lightning up the night sky to mark the occasion. It seems like God prefers to show up in the ordinary things that ordinary people do.
 
There’s a story told from a mother’s perspective that I’d like to share with you. It begins, “It was Thursday, on Christmas, our family had spent the days before the holiday in San Francisco with my husband's parents. But in order for us to be back at work in Los Angeles we found ourselves driving the 400 miles to Southern California on Christmas Day.
 
It was normally an 6 hour drive, but with kids it can be a 12 hour endurance test. When we could stand it no longer we stopped for lunch in King City, a little metropolis made up of 6 gas stations and a diner. And it was into that one diner that the four of us strode ...road weary and saddle sore.
 
As I sat Eric, our one-year-old, in a highchair, I looked around the room. The restaurant was nearly empty. We were the only family, and ours were the only children. Everyone else was busy eating, talking quietly, aware perhaps that we were all somehow out of place on this special day.
 
My reverie was interrupted when I heard Eric squeal with glee, “Hi there;” two words he thought were one. He pounded his fat baby hands on the metal highchair tray. His face alive with excitement, eyes wide, gums bared a toothless baby grin. He wriggled and chirped, and then I saw the source of his merriment. And my eyes couldn't take it all in.
 
A tattered rag of a coat, dirty and greasy. And worn baggy pants. A spindly body. Toes that poked out of old, old shoes. And a face like none other. Gums as bare as Eric's. Hair uncombed and unwashed. Whiskers too short to be called a beard. I was too far away to smell him, but I knew he smelled. And his hands were waving in the air flapping about on loose wrists. “Hi baby. Hi big boy. I see you Buster.”
 
My husband and I exchanged a look that was a cross between ‘what should we do’ and ‘that poor devil’. Eric continued to laugh and answer “hi there.” Every call was echoed. I noticed the waitresses’ eyebrows shot up their foreheads and several people sitting near us ahem’d out loud. This old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. I shoved a cracker at Eric, and he pulverized it on the tray. I thought “why me” under my breath.
 
The meal came and the nuisance continued.  Now the old bum was shouting from across the room, “Do you know Patty cake? Attaboy! You know peekaboo! Look, he knows peekaboo!”
Nobody thought it was cute. The guy was probably drunk and a definite disturbance.
 
I was embarrassed, my husband was humiliated, and even our six year old said, “Why is that old man talking so loud?” We ate in silence, except Eric who was running through his repertoire for the admiring applause of this Skid Row bum.

​Finally, I had enough. I turned the highchair. Eric screamed and clambered around to face his old buddy. Now I was really mad. Dennis went to pay the check imploring me to “Get Eric and meet me in the parking lot.”
 
I troubled Eric out of the highchair and looked toward the exit. The old man sat poised waiting. His chair directly between me and the door. “Lord just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Eric.” And I headed to the door. It soon became apparent that both the Lord and Eric had other plans.
 
As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back walking to sidestep him. And  as I did so, Eric, all the while his eyes riveted on his new best friend, leaned far over my arm reaching with both arms in the babies ‘pick me up’ position. In a split second of balancing my baby and turning to counterweight, I came eye to eye with the old man.

Eric was lunging for him. Arms spread wide. The old bum's eyes asked, implored, “Would you let me hold your baby?” There was no need for me to answer since Eric propelled himself from my arms into the man's.
 
Suddenly a very old man and a very young baby were involved in a love relationship. Eric laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears beneath the lashes. His aged hands, full of grime and pain and hard labor, gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.
 
The old man rocked and cradled Eric in his arms for a moment. And then his eyes opened, and they set squarely on mine, he said in a firm commanding voice, “Now you take proper care of this baby.” And some how I managed “I will” from a throat that contained a stone.
 
He pried Eric from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he was in pain. I held my arms open to receive my baby and again the gentleman addressed me. “God bless you ma'am. You've given me my Christmas gift.”
 
You see, it doesn’t take much to say yes to God; to bring to life the great joy of Christmas to one another through simple acts of kindness, forgiveness, love, mercy, and gentleness. This is how Christ is born in us; how God breaks through all the pain and suffering of the world, time and time again.  Transforming harden hearts to mushy, innocent, non-judgmental love.
 
I think we all possess a little bit of each one of these Mary’s. The one who is excited to show off on social media, the one who story is known but not really. And the one who, despite not wanting to, reluctantly gives in to God’s call to give birth to Christ in the ordinary and everyday.
 
As we wait in these final days of Advent, we do so by carrying the love and light of Christ within our bellies, always ready to give birth.
 
Right now God is acting in the world, in the broken, ordinary me and the broken and ordinary you to turn all that we think we know upside down. Ordinary people doing the extraordinary; joining Mary in praise, “Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me and holy is his name.”
 
 
Work Cited
Bartlett, David L and Barbara Brown Taylor, eds. Feasting on the Word, Year B Vol. 1. Louisville: Westminster John Knox, 2008.
Logue, Frank S. Here I Am. episcopalchurch.org (accessed on December 18, 2020).
Rohr, Richard. The Universal Christ. New York: Convergent, 2019.
Unknown story was found on the Heart Wisdom with Jack Kornfield podcast, Episode 8 11/25/2014 (accessed on December 18, 2020)

For the third Sunday in advent, we return to the proclamation of an unknown prophet who wrote this part of what is commonly known as third Isaiah. These words of hope were written in the aftermath of the Babylonian exile. The Israelites had waited a long time to go home and to begin the restoration of the Holy Land. 
 
The prophet offers them this poetic reminder of who they are and what they are called to do as they rebuild their lives from the rubble of war. Some five hundred years after they were first spoken, Jesus would stand in synagogue in his hometown and read these very words to the congregation as he himself ushered in the Kingdom of Heaven in a new and yet familiar way.
 
Read Isaiah 61:1-4; 8-11
 
It is commonly believed that these verses from Isaiah center around the theme of salvation and mission. Perhaps that’s why Jesus read from this particular scroll when he did. As the story goes Luke’s gospel, Jesus returns to his hometown. The people are excited. Word had gotten out that he was a rabbi whose yoke, his interpretations and teachings of scripture, were new and exciting.
 
Similar to what this unknown author of this Isaiah passage is doing - recalling older traditions found in Torah and molding them in new ways. His mission is clear, “to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” Salvation has come for those who are afflicted. Debts will be wiped away. And the land will be returned to its rightful owners. Imagine your Congressperson proclaiming salvation like this he or she would be run out of town. 
 
It shouldn’t surprise us that when Jesus read this passage, he too was revealing a bit of himself and his calling – that he has come to fulfill the redemptive grace of God. It’s funny what we call good news today was enough to send the folks in the pews running after Jesus to kill him. How blasphemous that he, the lowly carpenter’s kid, was going to be the one who save them.

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Most Christians today have no problem professing that Jesus is their savior. But how many have ever been bold enough to ask, what is it that I need to be saved from? Somewhere along the way, salvation has come to be defined as being saved from God's punishment and avert going to hell. This seems to be counter intuitive to God’s hesed, or steadfast love.  It makes God’s grace seem so petty and small.  Like it’s based on quid pro quo.
 
A bigger problem I have in this way of thinking is that it puts the focus of our mission on filling up heaven with as many people as possible and has very little to do with actually doing the work to make people want to go there in the first place. Like Gandhi said, “I like your Christ, but not your Christians.” Too many people who say they believe in Jesus, but with little intention to actually follow what he calls them to do. That hypocrisy, I fear, is chasing people away from God’s love and grace instead of drawing them in. Where is the good news in that?
 
I think both Jesus and Isaiah challenge us to name salvation, not as making reservations for life after we die, but a way to live life before we die. If this is so, then salvation is not a free pass through the pearly gates. It’s about being transformed right here, beginning right now. It would mean our mission as followers of Christ must focus only on how we participate in this world.
 
Which takes us to the words in Isaiah. Like I said, he’s taking old promises and making them new again. His words of hope for God’s people are drawn directly from Torah, the story of life and how to live it. More than an extensive collection of laws God gave to Moses, Torah teaches us how to care for all of God’s creation...and live with abundance in God’s shalom.
 
We have a neighbor, Eli, who is a bighearted Moroccan Jewish immigrant from Israel. When I was in seminary, he was always curious about what I was learning. One day I saw him and said I had learned the meaning of life. And Eli laughed, “Oh really? Tell me, what is the meaning of life?”
 
I looked him in the eye and said one word, “Torah.”
 
Eli’s smile and said, “So now you know. But what about your Jesus?”  
 
I thought for a moment and told him, “Jesus is the only one I know who lived Torah perfectly. By following him I have the key to living an abundant life.”
 
If Jesus is nothing more than the living embodiment of Torah, then he is still a savior. Following his teachings, his way of living life, is what saves us from doing harm to others. It invites us to be peace makers just as Jesus was. Our mission then, as the body of Christ, is to live Torah – which can be simplified in the way we love God, love others, and serve both.
 
And let us not forget those others we are called to love include those who are named as the recipients of the good news: the oppressed, the broken hearted, the captives and prisoners, the mournful, the faint of spirit. As followers of Christ, we are called to be missionaries who proclaim God’s favor among the nations so that God’s salvation will be known in a world not yet fully redeemed.
 
To stay well in the midst of all that’s happening in our world these days, Henri Nouwen advised us “to stay close to the small, vulnerable child that lives in our hearts and in every other human being.” That small child he speaks of is the Christ within us. The divine imprint of God’s love etched in all of creation.
 
Advent is a time of waiting. As we wait, let us use the time to look within ourselves and in the eyes of others to see the small Christ child and act accordingly.
 
Like Catherine Doherty wrote, “Christians are called to incarnate Christ in our lives, to clothe our lives with him, so that people can see him in us, touch him in us, recognize him in us.” But is that how we are spending our time? Have we let the busyness of the world get in the way of living Christ? As you think about that, take her words to heart.
 
When we allow the Christ in us be seen in us, then we might be more incline to act with love and compassion. It’s in those moments we begin to understand the power of God’s saving grace. “The immense problems of war, of social injustice, and of the thousand and one ills that beset our world, can be solved only if we begin to see, love, respect, and reverence Christ in the eyes of another, then they will change, and society will change also.”
 
What this means for us today is simple. When we allow the Christ in us be seen, we can meet cruelty with the compassion of Christ. When we allow the Christ in us be seen, we can face injustice with the fairness of Christ. When we allow the Christ in us be seen, we can speak truth and kindness even when others speak maliciously and lie. We can bring unity to division. Peace to unrest. And calm into anxiety and fear. 
 
Whenever we liberate others with loving and forgiving hearts, our hearts are also set free. When we comfort those who mourn with Christlike compassion, our spirits are comforted as well. When we practice the way of Christ, we become more like him and less like us. We become transformed people.
 
I think this is what Paul was hinting at when he wrote  “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so you may discern what is the will of God – what is good, acceptable and perfect” (Rom. 12:2).
 
When we allow the Christ in us be seen, we live into who God made us to be beloved children who transform and redeem the world back to God. As followers of Christ, it’s our mission to reveal God’s salvific work ushering in the kingdom of heaven, right here and right now, by living Christ who perfectly embodied Torah.
 
Richard Rohr wrote, “Humanity needs a Jesus whose life can save you even more than his death. A Jesus we can practically imitate, and who sets the bar for what it means to be fully human.” This is why the concept of ‘ma’ is so important. In those times of waiting, we can fill the gap by living Christ. I like to breath slowly and say this mantra over and over as I wait:
 
Christ come into me
Christ come out of me
 
Christ come into me
Christ come out of me
 
Practicing mindfulness and ma is so simple anyone can do it. Anyone can offer a smile or a kind word to a stranger. Or text to a friend that simply says, “Thank you for being in my life.” Simple acts of kindness and generosity are a great way to let Christ shine through you. But remember, in order for Christ to be seen, Christ must always be present and visible.
 
And for some strange reason God has chosen us for this task. God entrusted you and me to give birth to the Christ within us so others may be awoken to his presence and see God’s glory. Let us go now, out into the world like “a garden that causes what is sown to spring up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring up before all nations.” Our world needs the light of Christ to shine through the darkness we are mired in.
 
So go be the incarnation of Christ  by living out the Gospel with your life.
 
Go give birth to God’s divine and perfect love “as faithfully and fearlessly as a woman in labor who holds nothing back in order to bring new life into the world” (Rohr).
 
Go and shine the light of love and life that is in you...now and forever, Amen

 
 
 
 
 
Work Cited
Bartlett, David L. and Barbara Brown Taylor, eds. Feasting on the Word, Year B Vol. 1. Louisville: Westminster John Knox, 2008; pp. 50-55.
Rohr, Richard. The Universal Christ. New York: Convergent, 2019; p. 107.

“Whenever the material and the spiritual coincide, there is the Christ. Jesus fully accepted that human-divine identity and walked it into history. Henceforth, the Christ “comes again” whenever we are able to see the spiritual and the material coexisting, in any moment, in any event, and in any person. All matter reveals Spirit, and Spirit needs matter to “show itself”! What I like to call the “Forever Coming of Christ” happens whenever and wherever we allow this to be utterly true for us. This is how God continually breaks into history.”  Richard Rohr

Today we are going back to the ancient texts of Isaiah. This particular passage is the beginning of what is known as Second Isaiah. It was written by an anonymous writer some 50 years after Babylon invaded Judah and dragged her citizens into exile. Some 30 centuries later, this poetic prophecy provides God’s people with some words of hope and promise, as well as some basic instructions on how to be better prepare for Christmas.
 
READ: Isaiah 40:1-11

Like Second Isaiah pointed out, as the people sit in exile,  they’ve  had decades to think about the error of their ways. This poetic song begins like a scene in a movie where a criminal stands before the parole board who judge him. It’s up to him to defends himself - showing his remorse and a penitent heart. Whatever he is guilty of, he has done his time and he believes he deserves to be freed.  
 
God’s people were guilty for sure. They had turned away from God, putting their trust in earthly powers. They believed God was punishing them by abandoning them to the hands of their enemy. But in reality, they were the one’s who abandoned God.
 
As they plead for mercy and salvation God sends hopeful words of comfort through this prophetic voice: “Comfort my people…she has served her penalty…received double for all her sins…A voice cries out, ‘In the wilderness, prepare the way of the Lord.’”​

Twenty years ago, Kathleen and I went to Costa Rica, a country known for its coffee and woodworking. As we passed through a little remote village, we stopped at artisan workshop where we found this sculpture carved into an old coffee root. It’s a one-of-a-kind nativity set that I love to show off during Advent. 
 
Granted, it’s not your typical holiday decoration. There’s no glitter, or glue. No fancy bows. At first you might not even recognize it as a nativity scene but a piece of art that sits atop our piano. Which is precisely why we don’t pack it away with the rest of the decorations. Instead, it stays out all year long to remind me that Christmas isn’t a once a year event.  Christ doesn’t just come around on Christmas Day, but on Boxing Day, and Valentine’s Day, and Tuesday and every other day.
 
In our house, this nativity stands out like a voice crying out in the wilderness, preparing the way of the Lord. When I look at this simple work of art, I can see the creative imagination of God at work, sculpting each one of us unique and exquisite. Just as the root is the source of life to the plant, God is our source life – nurturing us and grounding us so we can grow and produce the fruits of God’s kingdom.

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Moreover, when I look at this sculpture, I see Joseph and am reminded of who I am as a father – to my kids and everyone else’s. Jesus was not his son. Yet Joseph chose to welcome Jesus into his heart and home. He chose to look after Jesus and protect him, even though he had no obligation to do so. Joseph was faithful to God, whose “word endures forever.”
 
Then there’s Mary, who reminds me that we are all called to be Mothers of Christ if for no other reason than Christ is always in need of being born.  Mary teaches me how to live in the tension between my present circumstances and the promise of God.  
 
As a pregnant teenage girl, Mary had much to be afraid of. What would people think? What shame would she bring upon her family? Would Joseph be there for her? Would her baby live? Yet she remained faithful to God’s promise. When her family narrowly escaped Herod’s genocide and was forced to live as refugees in a foreign land, Mary’s faithfulness in God stood firm. And then, at the foot of the cross, crushed by a pain no mother should have to bear, Mary trusted God whose “word endures forever.”
 
And of course, there’s the baby lying in the manger. It’s a universal image of Christmas that’s so familiar that we forget God chose to come to us in human weakness. This simple and familiar portrayal of Jesus reminds me of my own vulnerability and weakness; and my need to rely on something greater than myself. 
 
When I see this baby, I also remember that I too am a beloved child of God; swaddled in unconditional and steadfast love of the One whose word endures forever. More importantly, when I see Jesus in this hand-carved wooden manger my mind sees him on another wooden structure and I think about  the sacrifice he made for my behalf.
 
A wooden cross or a wooden statue, I am reminded that all things are finite, but God’s Word endures forever. And so, we leave it out to remind ourselves of the incarnate promise that is made manifest day-after-day and year-after-year.
 
The more I think about it, Advent is our reminder that God is not finished with us. As we wait for God’s plan to unfold, we wait with purpose. Preparing the way for Christ to come, by preparing our hearts and hands to be faithful like his. To quote St. Paul, “The only thing that matters is faith expressing itself in love” (Galatians 5:6)
 
We prepare the way of the Lord in all the ways we love - bringing hope to the hopeless and forgiveness the unforgivable. As Jesus taught us, we proclaim God’s promise of peace, by being peacemakers. We prepare the path of righteousness with consistent and steady footsteps; walking humbly, loving freely, and fighting for justice for all people.
 
Advent is a time to remember that Christ not only came to be with us, but to be in us - to reveal God’s glory so that “all people shall see it together.”
 
This is what it means to be the church, the visible witness crying out in the wilderness – preparing the way for the one more powerful than us. As the psalmist sung, “Righteousness shall go before him, and peace shall be a pathway for his feet” (Psalm 85:13).

Where righteousness and peace are practiced, God is present.
 
Advent is a time to prepare a path that will lead God right into our hearts! So as we wait, let us participate in the coming of our Lord by tuning our ear to the voices crying out for mercy. And by opening our hands to touch others in need of human tenderness. 
 
Let us go out into the world to meet Christ by being little Christ in the world. For when Christ is alive in each one of us, then Christ will always be present, not just on Christmas Day but every day.

I also took the time to get to know this man who with his wife are raising twin daughters in Gaithersburg, Maryland. This isn’t too far from where my parents live. And a slightly longer Metro ride to where Todd was born and raised – the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Washington, DC.  When you grow up in a city, suburban life takes some getting used to. But Todd seems to be doing pretty well living his wife’s old neighborhood.
 
Todd seems like the kind of guy everyone gets to know. He’s very personable, and really likeable. Which seems odd for someone who spends his days catching financial criminals. “There are a lot of people stealing a lot of money. And I catch them.” He told me all about it, from how he got the job to what he does but suffice it to say all I am at liberty say is he helps regulate the stock market and keep it as honest as he can.   
 
What I can tell you is that his employer used to have a program where on specific work anniversaries, employees were able to choose a gift of their choice from a catalog. Depending how many years you worked there would determine how much you were allowed to spend. Todd got the watch he was wearing. “It’s a Tommy Bahama. It’s 11 years old. Other than changing the battery a few times, it’s still works perfectly.”
 
A big majority of our time was also spent talking about religion, faith, and swapping stories about being Jewish and going to Christian churches. “I had my first crisis of faith when I was five and a friend of mine died” which caused Todd to wonder why God would let that happen. Though he admired the fact I had a calling (and wanted to know all about it), it seems Todd is still wrestling with the idea.  He recalls a time, while visiting a Methodist church in Dupont Circle (in Washington DC), that his thinking began to change. To borrow from the minister of that church, “God is always there when you’re ready.”
 
Todd’s biggest influences came from three men in his life. Two being teachers from his high school days. And the other one his father. “The older I get the more I hear my father.” Now he is one. When it didn’t seem possible to have kids, the miracles of science allowed them. When I told him I thought having twins was a beautiful way to go insane, Todd hasn’t even noticed how crazy it is, “Twins is all I know.” 
 
But that’s not true, because Todd knows how to catch a criminal. He knows how to sail a boat. And even did it on Lake Erie. He also knows what caffeine does to him so he avoids it. Likewise, he has never really liked to drink, so he doesn’t. And although he’s never shot a crossbow, “Sure, I’d be up for shooting one.”  I just want to point out, that each of these weird questions I asked him, his first response was always a big laugh followed by an even bigger smile. That said volumes about this man as it did the idea of asking total strangers random questions.
 
For example, the mascot at Todd’s high school was The Achievers. Yes, you read that correctly. He went to a preparatory school that didn’t have sports, so I guess they had no real need for a mascot.  “But I was more of a semi-achiever.”  He joked about he would walk into the class on the first day and figure out what he needed to do to get a B, and how much more effort would it take to get an A. If it was too much, he would settle for the lesser grade.
 
As an adult, Todd figured out that he would be the mascot for his family. Since everyone used to tell him he reminded them of Winnie the Pooh’s dear friend, Todd went out and bought himself an Eeyore costume to wear at Halloween. “Eeyore’s my Spirit Animal.” There seemed to be a dichotomy between how he saw himself and how I did.
 
If you were to ask me, Todd is more like Rowlf the Dog, his favorite Muppet, the scruffy brown dog who played piano on the show.  Both Todd and Rowlf are calm and yet wisecracking. They have deadpan humor and most of his jokes go unnoticed because they are deep. While it’s said that Rowlf was most like Jim Henson, who created and originally performed the character, Todd is one of a kind.  Which, of course, contradict the way Todd describes himself. “I’m an average, normal, liberal leaning, city boy living in the suburbs.” 
 
More than that, he is gentle, kind, easy to talk to, and filled with interesting stories. He is also the last person I will meet and write about today. I can’t think of a better person to close the show. ​​I know I tell myself this every year, but KNOWvember is bittersweet.  

​It’s a joy. It’s a task. It’s easy. It’s hard. Sometimes I don’t want to do it. And I always hate for it to end. Although the pandemic made it more of a challenge, the concept remained the same and it really wasn’t that different.  Each person who gave of their time, did so by giving their all. Including Todd.

I am grateful to all my old friends who took the time to pair me with someone they also knew and loved. It says a lot about the kind of people I know. Thanks to them, and people like Todd who gave of their time, KNOWvember 2020, The COVID edition, was a success.