this is the first year for me in which today does not feel like christmas, it's meaning dwarfed by a big birthday party, last minute 'basement shopping', no snow, the non-realness of santa... to name a few. the mad rush, the money, the decorating, the busyness... where's Jesus?
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yesterday, the radio spat out "all of you is more than enough for all of me." but is it? in a world of materialism, it's easy to get caught searching for christmas in things seen. because Jesus isn't enough. we try to bring the meaning of the tree, presents, and time with family back to Jesus. justification. if we don't put up a tree, buy presents, or spend time with family, it's not christmas. we're stuck in a web of tradition, never really understanding the meaning. that's why most of my christmas looks the same as that of a jew, a hindu, or an atheist. other than mentioning Jesus under the tree between a blur of wrapping paper and toys, their christmases all have trees, presents, and family, just like me.
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why be different?
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merry christmas.
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