I’m Boycotting Xmas!


My Words will never pass away

My Words will never pass away

That’s right. I’m boycotting this. It’s a heartbreaking holiday, which I have found most people don’t understand. People filled with hate, still honor a god, whom they do not know. They pay homage, to Xmas, or Santa, or St. Nick. Or whatever else they may deem, their god.

The stores are itching their greedy palms in anticipation of this one day. The advertisements on tv are ripe with words of enticement. We should want this. This is the next big thing.

Really? Because this is the one time a year, people think they are expected to be nice? And why is that? Jesus Christ cannot be mentioned, except in curse or jest. The name, so offensive to some that the holiday, named after Him, can no longer carry His name. He has been ‘X’d out. A censor which has people walking on eggshells, lest we offend. Yet, these same, celebrate this day.

I listen to stories of people being robbed of money in mall parking lots. People breaking into homes to steal the gifts under the tree. The stories of suicides increasing at this time of the year. And the latest tragedy; innocent children gunned down.

As these little ones anticipated this holiday or perhaps this holiday season, they were violently snatched from this life. I watched the memorial last night and couldn’t bear the thought of these parents. Notes and stuffed animals piled up on the walkway. Candles to memorialize all of those lives.

I thought of my own tree and how it must feel for some of those parents. Gifts under the tree and yet no one to open them. Oh, how I wept. I was sobbing. It seemed no way of stopping the flow of tears. The pain is so unbearable, and yet, I’m a stranger.

But the Lord reminded me, that the true meaning of Christmas is that He was also torn from this life. Yet, His plan was to come to us. Immanuel, God with us. And knowing what a horrible death this would be. Yet, the violence of mankind was no different then. The heart of man is evil.  He has told us this. “The heart of man is wicked. Who can know it?” There were men who longed to spill His blood. Hateful and vengeful. Yet, they are the same ones who set aside this day to honor Him. And hate the rest of the year.

But Christ told us, “That no man takes my life, but I lay it down willingly, so that mankind may be saved.” Yes, He knew the plan, and yet He went through with it. For our sake. And He was an innocent, condemned to death. But He tells us, He is a man who has suffered all things.” He surely knows the sorrow we feel and He is here to comfort us.

Our Lord does not make evil happen. There is still a plan. Only He knows. We cannot understand why these terrible things happen. Our hearts reel with pain, as we try to find reasons. But He has a timetable to end this. And He has provided a way for us.A light in this darkness. A way for us to hold on to comfort. ” He layed His life down willingly, only to take it up again.” This is why we can celebrate. We will see our loved ones again.Like a bad dream, this will end. “And He will wipe every tear from our eyes.”

When King David lost his child. He fasted and wept, in the hopes of sparing this baby’s life. But after the baby died, his servant wanted to know why, he now got up to dress and eat. He told him, that his baby was with the Lord. “And he will not come to me, but I will go to him one day.”

This is the hope within each of us. This is what CHRISTmas is. And this we celebrate, every day of our lives. And what honors Him on this day and every day is, “The love we have, one for another.” Laying down our lives for another. This is the true HOLY day.

As Paul stated in scripture, “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.” So, I am boycotting, Xmas, and celebrating, the birth, death and rebirth of our Savior, Jesus Christ! 1Corinthians 15:19

Peace and blessings to all of you.

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Final Destination


The Harvest Field’s are Ripe!

This evening we took my brother and my son to a Harvest festival at the church down the street.

This particular festival has been growing steadily each year, and this was the largest by far.
It has all the games and candy that a kid could want. And every strange costume as well.
My son loves this because he sees a lot of his friends, and he can go into the bounce house, trampoline, rock climbing, etc. All this and listen to the Christian bands and collect candy.
I wondered at this growing festival and how the Lord referred to souls as, “The Harvest.” As I realized the numbers were increasing, I remembered him looking out over the fields and proclaiming to his disciples, “Look! The fields are ripe for harvest. Pray that the Lord of the Harvest will send laborers, into the fields.”
Well, apparently, not everyone, is a laborer. Yet, there are multitudes, waiting to be harvested.
He speaks of this as well, “Multitudes, are in the valley of decision.” How many are just waiting for the laborer, to do his work?
 
Later, we went to a church where they held the “Hell House Tour.” These were young people who had written scripts and took us through various scenarios of death, and the consequences of choices. Some were in darkness, crying out. Corridors, with dark figures wailing and some being beaten and screaming out in pain.
I thought the whole tour was a strong message, and even if a person had no belief in Christ, you would be able to come away with some disturbing thoughts of the hereafter.
I’ve always believed that a person, who simply never entertains the thought of eternity, is to be pitied more than anyone.
I had remembered a book I read once, about varied accounts of ‘Near death experiences.’
The one which touched me more than any of the others, was a man who had been an atheist.
He had an experience where he died of a heart attack. As he lay on the gurney, he recounted the feeling of floating above his body. He could see and hear everything that the doctors and nurses were doing. Conversations which they had. Everything he remembered in detail.
But he shared the experience which would impact the rest of his life.
He said he remembered, being in a dark forest and hearing people crying. He looked and saw a river in front of him. He had continued hearing the most heartbreaking cries all around him.
At this point, he stated, that he had looked across the river and saw a single figure, walking slowly past. He was dressed in white, and as the realization dawned on him, that this was the Lord, he saw His eyes. He said, the saddest experience he ever had, was this feeling of separation.
He cried out, “Lord, save me!!!”
He said at the point, he felt the doctors, bring him back, and he was a completely changed.
This story, was so fascinating to me, as I was also at a place in my life, where I was questioning.
It was the whole reason, for my reading this book, in the first place.
Now, he said, he knew that Christ was real, and he didn’t want to live his life without Him.
 
This was the question which was asked at the end of the presentation, and one I believe everyone should ask themselves; “Do you know your final destination?”

“Dear Woman, Here Is Your Son.”


Greater Love Has No Man

Such a perfect Mother’s Day message tucked within the passages of scripture. I was reading one day many years ago, and it struck me as odd. Nothing is written into God’s word without meaning. Not one word. So I read and I had particular interest since I had stepchildren and had been in an extended family myself.  

I had a father who had married a woman who had extreme contempt for his children, however, I had no such feelings toward my stepchildren. I made sure they knew this, and I had such compassion because of the way I had been treated by my father’s wife. I didn’t even feel comfortable referring to her as a stepmother and she didn’t want us to. When we did something kind for her, she returned it with evil. My father was aware of it and he tried to ignore it. He was controlled by her and it was sad.  

Now every Mother’s Day my own son manages to finagle his own day because he reminds me that it is also “Son-Day.” Ever since he coined that phrase, he’s used it against me, and I wonder why he gets a free pass once a week, since I gave birth to him, and yet, I only get a day off, once a year! lol So each year, we throw the barbs back and forth on this day and I told him about this teaching I had found. I remembered it was when my stepson was about my sons age when I first noticed it. 

When I looked at this portion of scripture, I showed my youngest stepson and we were both amazed. He had been recently born again and pretty zealous for the Lord. “Hey,” I said, “I really never noticed this before.”  

John 19:23 “When the soldiers crucified Jesus, they took His clothes, dividing them into four shares, one for each of them, with the undergarment remaining. This garment was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom.(Like the temple curtain) “Let’s not tear it,” they said to one another. “Let’s decide by lot who will get it.”  

This happened that the scripture might be fulfilled which said, “They divided my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.”  

So this is what the soldiers did. Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary, the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son, and to the disciple, Here is your mother. From that time on, the disciple took her into his home.  

Now I said to my stepson, here is Jesus, dying on the cross, and He finds this one of His last acts. It is extremely important to Him to appoint His mother and His disciple, John, as family.But why? If this is a picture given in scripture at the foot of the cross, I am assuming that this is something critical to all of us. The Holy Spirit is imparting wisdom from above and showing me that it is not human dna, which makes us family, but the blood of Jesus Christ, shed on that cross, and the faith applied by those who had drawn close, which reconciled those into the family that moment. They were intimate with His suffering as the thief on the cross who had been offered the same reconciliation and rights to the family that very day. 

In a few scriptures previous the soldiers were castings lots for the clothing of Jesus. They were focused on the material. As He said it was to fulfill scripture which had already been prophesied in a Psalm 22 written by David… “they pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.”  

The reality of what was happening was not the material but the spiritual. The true meaning was found in what Christ was saying with His dying words. In the things which were taking place leading up to the moment and watching the scene unfold. I understood that this was a very important message He was sending humanity. It was a message of reconciliation with His own blood.  

Now it wasn’t as if his mother was all alone. Jesus had other brothers and sister’s who could have cared for Jesus mother. This wasn’t the purpose of Jesus concern or message. So, it would be fair to assume, He must have been trying to convey a powerful point in that act. Yes, many people seem to forget about the siblings Jesus had, although, He had even spoken in future tense that His family “were those who hear the Word of God and obey it.” He knew His mission and would be obedient to carry it out, even to death on the cross. Of course Mary was a virgin at His birth, but she did go on to have other children.  So this was a profound message.This wasn’t a simple, “Hey listen, I’m gonna be gone for a while. Take care of each other.” No, it was a message for every one of us to see. Look at everything He did, and listen to every word He spoke.  

It is a beautiful picture of reconciliation for all mankind. Now it would be a question to ask yourself; Who are you? The soldiers casting lots for something insignificant and missing the most important event taking place right in front of your eyes? Stripping the savior of His clothing and His dignity, with the hopes that you may have an heirloom worth some money one day?A conversation piece to hang on your mantel? Or maybe a picture or video for your webpage? Which one would you be?

Then there would be the very few that have  his heart. His compassion.

 While He looks down through His blood soaked face,in all His nakedness, He joins two people who are totally devoted to Him, and whom He happens to love, together as family.This is what the love of Christ does to humans. There is incredible, omnipotent, eternal  power in the blood.  

Happy Mother’s Day