...with love and peace and song.
Iraq has declared Christmas a national holiday. Something along the lines of "this year we will be able to go to church on Christmas eve without fear". (ht) And so low and behold in the land of the Tigris they are buying Christmas trees in the town square.
BroKen is talking Christmas trees at Brutally Honest, "There are no Christmas trees in the Bible. But in the beginning there is the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil in the garden and also the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life re-appears at the end of the Bible in John’s Revelation. But in the middle of Scripture there is another tree, a man-made tree."
Meanwhile, here's a Christmas comparison I hadn't made on my own:
The Santa way says,
You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town.
The Jesus way says,
"I lay down my life for the sheep" (John 10:15).
"Whoever comes to me I will never cast out" (John 6:37).
Humans seem to get those two guys mixed up.
At any rate, it's classified as the most wonderful time of the year, but when you think of the job the Christ child was coming to do, the filthy surroundings he was born into and the limitations of the human body he had wedged his God-sized self into...that whole "most wonderful time" stuff is debatable.
I like Christmas, so without wanting to sound like the Grinch, I think we do ourselves and everyone else a real disservice by romanticizing it into some fantasmagorical extravaganza.
Did your Christmas suck this year? Ask God how his was back then.
The Christ child brought hope...but what is inside us to need that hope in the first place?
Not pretty.
[Leslie here:
Ignore Alice. I hope you had a Merry Christmas! Even though I guess the clock has already switched us over to Boxing Day. If Alice wasn't so hell bent on naming this blog after herself I'd've called it "A Day Late And A Dollar Short".]