I hate the term “Happy Holidays” around these parts. If you celebrate Christmas, just say “Merry Christmas” and move on. Yet I have encountered “Happy Holidays” while at church. That’s weird. Jesus isn’t a touchy subject in these parts.
I don’t know if it’s too much pressure to remain PC that it carries over. Maybe they don’t Jesus isn’t important. I don’t know. But this PC thing has gone so far even the church isn’t safe from it.
So on Wednesday I celebrated Festivus. I hate what Christmas has become: a commercialized money-spending hog of a holiday.
I don’t give gifts. I don’t do cards. I don’t do decorations. I don’t sing songs.
But out of all that, I still remember the real meaning of Christmas. This is the fulfillment of God’s promise of salvation. This is John 3:16. This is God loving us so much that He gave up what means the most to Him.
This is why Christmas matters to me.
Filed under Faith, Holiday
You all know I am a huge Seinfeld fan. So when I found out they were going to recreate the apartment out in Hollywood, I had to go there. The wait of course would be long for this free event but I didn’t care. I had to go. I wanted to see what all the buzz was about. And let me tell you, it was worth it!
The exhibit was to open at 10AM but I knew that with the popularity of the show with its revival with Hulu, I had to get there somewhat early. I got in line at around 9:15AM. It would take me about 90 minutes in line before I could get in. By noon time, the line was a four-hour wait.
As I walked in, I was greeted by a ton of famous quotes from the show. True fans would recognize each and every one of them. In front was the booth from Monk’s on display.
SEE ALL THE PHOTOS I TOOK RIGHT HERE
It was a minor accident. In fact, it was so minor that it was nothing.
I was at a red light when I felt a bump. It was this SUV that had hit my bumper. We both pulled over to a quiet street to assess the damage. The top part of my bumper has scratches on it, paint chipped. And the force cracked my license plate frame.
We exchanged our information. I took out my Triple A membership card and not my insurance card. Oops. Wrong one. But I filed a claim with the driver’s insurance company and now I will have to take my car in to assess the damages. It shouldn’t be too much but still, there is not a scrape on my bumper with paint chipped off.
I am completely acting on faith in God.
About a month ago I was asked to seriously consider going to Urbana. I am very familiar with the conference that is held in St. Louis every three years. They have amazing pastors, speakers and a whole lot of workshops to really help people grow in their faith in Jesus.
I was hesitant to do it because I didn’t think I’d get the time. And of course, money was also an issue (even though half the cost was going to be sponsored by my church). But I decided that I can’t let my own fears stop me. I was going to act upon it even though I may not have felt ready.
So I put in the time off request at work. I left it in God’s hands. If I was meant to go, then God will deliver Urbana to me.
I should have posted this when I got it, but it’s never too late to celebrate Festivus! I hate what Christmas has become and this is my only way of fighting it.
I seriously am thinking about a dinner on December 23 to air my grievances. I am for real.