|It came without boxes....|
I'm actually going to write about the culture of Christmas.
I have written in the past that I hated the Christmas season because of the politically correct messages and so on and it got me to thinking......what's....wrong with me?
I mean, if I believe in Christ, if I believe in "on earth peace, good will towards men" why would I be upset about the politically correct era we live in?
Why is my Christmas "ruined" because some cashier didn't say "Merry Christmas" when I got my loaf of bread at the checkout counter? Isn't that a bit of a sense of selfish entitlement?
I mean, does that really....ruin...Christmas?
Was I getting....my Christmas....from a store?
So what if people say "Happy Holidays" out of respect? It isn't like they said "Happy everything else and a rotten Christmas!" Can't I respect others' holidays? And can't I worship Christ with my own life and let the light of his life come from within me than relying on it coming from without?
So what if the school Christmas play was cancelled? Can't I have one at home with my kids on my own? (Actually, my kids are home-schooled so I don't have to deal with that anyways) I mean, I also belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. You *KNOW* we are going to have a Christmas party. So much to be thankful for.
Now, in this crass world of cynicism, can't I remember that God sent not his son into the world to condemn it but that through him it might be saved? Can't I look around and say "...they know not what they do?" and look on my fellow man with love, remembering that I once, too, did not know just as they do not now? Can't I look into their eyes and see the eternal potential there? Can't I let my light shine so they can see it? Rather than becoming irate for them not having it....can't I share it instead?
My view now is while the world may go on its merry way, it is what it is. I have found what I came here for, and beginning this year, this is my year to begin to give what I always hoped to receive.