It seems that my last post upset one of my faithful readers; someone I love like a sister. This, along with Himself’s cajoling and a very convicting sermon this morning, has caused me to try, ever so hard, to get into a proper Christmas spirit.
“There is one found worthy
The Lion of the tribe of Judah
There is one found worthy
The root of David.”
Only one is worthy of all blessing, honor and glory.
Only one can wash away my sin.
Only one can comfort the hurting.
Only one can take away any bitterness in me.
There are twenty families suffering unimaginable pain and sorrow this holiday season. Their babies were brutally slain along with a number of school personnel. How dare I gripe.
Loving Father, please forgive me my bitter attitude which I have blamed on offense for your Son. You are bigger than I and you speak for yourself. Please keep me watchful and prayerful now and always for those who hurt. Thank you for your forgiveness. In Jesus’ most precious name do I pray.
It’s that time of the year again. The time when a jolly, old elf dressed in red passes the space/time continuum to visit all little girls and boys around the world leaving them gifts their little hearts have been yearning for.
This time of year is supposed to be a celebration of God becoming man so that we might never be able to say to God, “You just don’t understand!” He became human so that He would become a sacrifice so that we might live with Him forever, sins forgiven.
Every time I see a Santa or a Simpson decoration on a lawn it pierces my heart. When I asked my precious granddaughter what Christmas is and she said it is a time for presents; when I told her it is Jesus’ birthday and she was horrified and said, “No!” my soul was screaming out at the lies our children are told!
I will never go against parents’ wishes and tell a child that there is no Santa Claus. Indeed, if they have Santa as a “by the way” and have a Christ-centered message, fine. However, I could not tell my children there is a Santa. I explained about Nicholas and his generosity. My daughter, whose father was big into Santa, tried to get me to believe. My husband wanted to do Santa but we didn’t and my son says he never missed it. Actually, when he was around eleven, a friend of his was very angry that his mother had lied to him by teaching him Santa is real!
After discussing Christmas with my friends, I find that we agree that we would all have a wonderful time with the season if gifts were not involved. I can not afford to buy anything right now. Himself is willing to go into debt to make sure our children have something under the tree and we will get something for Isabella. Why do we have to have this pressure?
Now that I have spouted my Christmas phooey, may I now wish for you that the wonder, beauty and sacrifice of Christmas will be the center of your celebration.
Blessings from my home to yours, g