Christmas is supposed to be fun, right? I mean, the holiday is supposed to bring joy to people with gifts, family and joy. But not for me. Christmas has always been one of my least favorite holidays of the year. In fact, I just find the whole “holiday season” to be stressful.
I remember my friend once told me that the reason why I don’t like Christmas was because I was never rooted in a joy for the holiday because I never believed in Santa Claus. I was told that I missed out on enjoying Christmas to its fullness because I didn’t believe in Santa. Well, you tell me how I am supposed to be in Santa. I lived in a neighborhood that would shoot some guy creeping around at night into people’s houses. The house I lived in did not have a chimney. Those mall Santas all looked so different. I just didn’t believe in this guy named Santa.
Of course it didn’t help either that my parents don’t care about Santa either and never played that game. No new Christmas gifts under the tree. So yeah, Santa was fake and I had no other reason to care about this holiday.
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I just watched this. I am in tears, Beautiful.
I remember last year people got all offended because Starbucks released red cups that had minimal design. I didn’t understand. Like what was the reason for the outrage?
Then I realized. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t have a weird warped concept of reality because of coffee.
The more I think about it, the more I wanted to see people angry. Yeah! Starbucks is anti-Christ or something because their cups are are the foundation of my faith or some kind of nonsense.
Anyway, people were freaking out about these new green cups. Hahahaha! Well, it’s too early for Christmas cups. Well, actually, it isn’t. Christmas has been around since August because our corporate greed tells us this. Man I hate what Christmas has become.
Anyway, look at that link and see all the dumb overreactions. Man, it’s just a coffee cup. But of course, I don’t drink coffee so I think I may have a grasp on reality.
Coffee drinkers need their Jesus cups from Starbucks or else the whole system is the anti-Christ during this late-year holiday season in which we can’t mention anything that will offend anyone.
Coffee drinkers, am I right?
I heard this sermon this morning. I can’t remember who was preaching it. It was on the radio and I was half awake. But let me try to get the gist of it for you with my own twist.
Everyone out there does bad things. Nobody is exempt from it.
How many of you have lied?
How many of you have stolen something before?
One of the great stereotypes of the world is that if you are associated with one thing, you are bound to know everything about it.
“Oh, you work in accounting. Can you file these W-2 forms for me?”
“When you’re in Hollywood and you’re a comedian, everybody wants you to do things besides comedy. They say, ‘OK, you’re a stand-up comedian — can you act? Can you write? Write us a script?’… It’s as though if I were a cook and I worked my ass off to become a good cook, they said, ‘All right, you’re a cook — can you farm?'” — Mitch Hedberg
“Oh, you’re a Christian. You must have all the answers to my questions about the Bible.”
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.
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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.