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Instant bad mood. I search around for my screaming phone on the floor under my bed. The damn alarm clock continues to scream at the top of its lungs. Slowly gaining control of my sleeping body, I step out of bed, pick up my phone and turn off the alarm. The pain of waking up. In heaven, I will roll over and enjoy the waking up process just as much as snuggling into bed and drifting off to sleep. (That is if we sleep in heaven.)
My world runs about me in fast forward. Honking impatiently at the slow moving car, spending what we don’t have for the newest item that hits the shelves, driving around our children to some place other than home. Why do I join the insanity of the crowd? I do believe in busying oneself with hard work, but that is not what is happening here. We are all consumed with what does not matter.
Now. What we want is now. The admiring stares of those we don’t know. Now. The praise of what drives us around. Now. Winners of the race. Packed pantries to overflowing. Fashonable jewelry on our bodies and extra in the closet. Fancy modern restaurants. Everything that our neighbors have. Our neighbors that we want to be like, not the ones outside of our neighborhood.
But all we think about is now and we laugh at anyone that suggests otherwise.
Ted Turner is famous for a lot of things, one of them is stating what is on his mind. Hey, I can respect that. He likes to chose his words so that other people listen. He doesn’t just fit into the crowd. I respect that also. But I wish that someone would tell him, and a whole lot of the rest of the world, that they are on the wrong train. When Turner quoted, “I’d rather go to hell. Heaven has got to be boring.” I wish someone would have asked him, “What do you want most in life?”….”It will be in heaven.”
Heaven is better than being a billionaire. There is money to spare, Hey, let’s pave these streets with gold. Heaven is better than pornography! THERE WILL BE PERFECT BODIES WALKING AROUND NAKED! And it will be a good thing! No one will be embarrassed! (There will be no sin in heaven. Pornography is a destructive, cruel sin. The point is, naked bodies will be good….and everywhere.) Heaven is better than Hawaii. All the food will be paid in full! Heaven is better than Christmas! That baby Jesus, he will be with us! It doesn’t sound boring to me!
And what will not be in heaven? Babies without mommies. Wheelchairs won’t be needed in heaven, or medicine, or hospitals. There will not be divorce, no one’s heart will be broken. What have you been through? What hurts? What tugs at your heart and makes you cry out, “That is not right!” God will end it. He will make all the wrongs undone and he will wipe away that tear.
“Jesus’ miracles are not just a challenge to our minds, but a promise to our hearts, that the world we want is coming.” Tim Keller.
So, look at this world. Read the Bible. Take a look at what is good in this world. LORD, FIX MY PRIORITIES! SET MY MIND ON THINGS ETERNAL! Get ready. It is going to be the best party of all of eternity. Don’t throw away your invitation.
The plans are made, there is no stopping it now. Christmas has arrived, like the Polar Express, it is speeding into town.
There will be a Christmas performance tomorrow night. Keep your eyes on the cute little blonde. She’s been practicing her lines and counting down the days.
Presents are already wrapped and under the tree. There is a secret message to mark the favorite present for our girl. Clues are written on the tags that don’t give anything away. Shake shake anticipate.
My brother is coming to town. He is bringing his girl. Just a little part of my family makes a crowd of 16 that will be pouring into our house and out voicing the Christmas music and fighting for a space in front of the fire. The meal is planned and a Christmas craft will make for keepsakes of a fun Christmas night.
Here in the south, it is a special occasion to have a temporary ice rink. We have already visited once. My girl is a natural. We will be back this weekend and then back some more. We’re going to break the bank, but as many times as we go, it still won’t be enough.
Tucker cooperates with his Christmas sweater. He has decided it is warm and comfy. He knows the presents under the tree that are his. He waddles (yes, he is a dog that waddles) over before bedtime to give it a last sniff. Visions of doggie treats dance in his head.
It’s Jesus’s birthday! The biggest party of the year. We sing, we give, we party, we skate, we dream. Gather round and join in the merriment of the Christmas bop. Merry Merry Christmas to you and your’s.
The world got it right. Macy’s got it right. Walmart got it right. Cracker Barrel got it right. Santa Claus in the middle of the mall got it right. And christians got it wrong.
Hold me back. Hold me back. OK! I can’t wait any longer! I have to talk about it! Here it comes! CHRISTMAS!
What?! I thought this girl was a christian? Walmart got Christmas right and christians got it wrong?!
It is the beginning of November, and already Christmas has begun to creep into retailing…weeks ago. The local attractions have pulled out their Christmas lights, rows of ornaments suck in shoppers, and you may already hear a carol at the mall. Christmas now lasts a full two months. It is the biggest party of the year.
(Disclaimer: I have only ever celebrated Christmas in the United States. BUT I have studied some of the Christmas traditions of other countries. I do know that this is a world wide celebration.)
Being a Mommy, I chat with other Mommy friends. Being a Christian, I chat with other Christians. And something has begun to surface and whisper in the ears of other Christians and parents during the holiday season. And it is this:
We only buy three gifts for each of our children for Christmas.
Santa Claus is bad.
I hate Christmas.
Christmas is stressful.
We do not buy any presents for Christmas anymore.
Christmas everywhere is annoying.
So on. So forth. Insert a lot more of the same here.
These things are whispered and shouted among christians. While pagans continue on celebrating Christmas. STOP! Wait a minute! What is Christmas about anyway? Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ!
IT SHOULD BE A BIG DEAL! IT SHOULD BE THE BIGGEST PARTY OF THE YEAR! IT SHOULD TAKE UP TWO MONTHS OF CELEBRATING! SANTA CLAUSES SHOULD BE INVENTED, AND SONGS SHOULD BE SUNG AND BLASTED IN THE MALL, THE ENTIRE WORLD SHOULD BE DECORATED IN RED AND GREEN, PRESENTS SHOULD BE BOUGHT! THIS BABY IS SPECIAL! HE SHOULD BE CELEBRATED! HIS PARTY SHOULD BE A HUGE DEAL!
Christians! Wake up! We are talking about the birth of our God here! We were all headed to Hell before the birth of Jesus! He saved us! How in the hell are we going to let nonbelievers outdo us in the partying of our Savior?!
No. No. No. I am not saying to max out credit cards and spend money you don’t have. I’m not saying that the birth of Jesus is what nonbelievers are celebrating at Christmas time. Here is what I am saying: CHRISTIANS (some, not all) GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE OF RULES AND HAVE A PARTY! THE BIGGEST PARTY OF THE YEAR!
It’s official, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Bass. Bass. Bass. Bass. Rock. Rock.
Arms up. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Guitar solo. Head swing.
Bass. Bass. Bass. Bass. Rock out.
Hips shake. Bump. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Dance party. Let it go.
Bass. Bass. Bass. Bass. Be rock.
Muted inner drum. Drum.
Bass. Loud. Up. Go. Go. Go.