Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I don't get it. What's all the fuss about Christmas? Why are folks trippin' because there are those of us who want to celebrate it's original intension? I mean, c'mon now! Christ is the 1st name in Christmas. Our belief in Christ Jesus & His resurrection is what differentiates us from other religions. We're not an exclusive club but one who is open to anyone who'd like to investigate & accept Him.
Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Lord & Savior. It is not required by law for all to join in on our thanks. Anyone can celebrate part, all or none of the festivities that go along with the holiday. Heck, one could even alter the meaning of Christmas to suit their own lifestyle and/or beliefs...right? And honey, people do. Now, here's the part I don't quite understand. Given the origin of the holiday why must we get rid of all reminders of Christ? Is He that offensive?
Personally, I have a lot more respect for people who simple do not celebrate the holiday rather than make it a personal campaign to stop others from doing so as well. For example, I said, "Merry Christmas" to someone today. She responded by saying, "Well, I don't celebrate Christmas but thank you for the greeting anyway." Point taken & no offense taken by either of us. Maybe I should have assumed differently and given her a Jewish, Kwanza or Jehovah's witness greeting instead. Nah. She was way too mature to ask me to alter who I am. Now, if the tables had been turned and she'd have greeted me with something other than the traditional Christmas salutation I would have been completely flattered. Imagine that....someone who likes me enough to throw some love my way their way.
I've heard many say it and it's true. We've become way too sensitive. Because of this many have jumped on the I-hate-PC wagon. Oh brother.
Years ago while attending WSU I was a waitress for Mr. Steak restaurant. A White gentleman was sitting alone in a booth in my section. As I approached his table and greeted him I asked him if he'd like a cup of coffee. He said yes. I asked him if he'd like cream. The poor guy stumbled as he tried desperately to tell me, "No. I'll take it bbb....uh...bblll...um...no cream." I didn't know whether to bust out laughing or cry for this poor guy. Good grief! What have we done to people?! As I've heard the beautiful and talented India Arie sing, we need to, "Come back to the middle." Okay. I'm giving you fair warning. If you see me this holiday season I will wish you a Merry Christmas with all sincerity. Please don't be offended but know I really want that for you. Do me a favor, will ya? Receive it. Reciprocate and rejoice.
Merry Christmas, baby. :-)
Monday, December 3, 2007
Glen got up early Saturday morning to get ready to go to Spokane. It was a race against time to see his beloved father one last time before Joseph Jones went home to be with Christ Jesus. It took Glen about 5.5 hours to arrive only to arrive 5 minutes after the death of his dad. It was meant to be.
Joe Jones was a model husband, father, grandfather & father in law. He will be greatly missed and always be loved.
What a life. What a man.
"Our prayers have all been answered. I finally arrived.
The healing that had been delayed has now been realized.
No one's in a hurry. There's no schedule to keep.
We're all enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.
If you could see me now, I'm walking streets of gold.
If you could see me now, I'm standing strong and whole.
If you could see me now, you'd know I've seen His face.
If you could see me now, you'd know the pain is erased.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this place,
If you could only see me now.
My light and temporary trials have worked out for my good,
To know it brought Him glory when I misunderstood.
Though we've had our sorrows, they can never compare.
What Jesus has in store for us, no language can share.
You wouldn't want me to ever leave this perfect place
If you could only see me now
If you could see me now
If you could only see me now."
Kim Noblitt, (c) 1992 Integrity's Praise/BMI and Dad and Dann Music
Sung by Truth (Russ Lee, soloist) on "Something to Hold On To," 1992