Rude

I find it rude that some strange man dared to walk up to a blind man and stuck mud made from dirt and saliva in his eyes. I wouldn't be ok with that. I'd probably protest. Then I'd realized I'm protesting a miracle. That would mess up my world and I'd have to sort it all out again. This time though, I'd let God be God and I'd be ok with that.

December 25th

They call this day Christmas. It means you go to mass and remember the birth of Christ. Jesus probably wasn’t born on this day and I’m not attending any mass, so does that make today less important for me? Not at all.

Christmas for me means family and generosity and good food, fun games, laughter. It also means we read the story of Jesus’ birth. Maybe the Millers hold their own little mass. Today means stockings, cinnamon rolls, baked potatoes, and candles. It means hugs and Christmas music. It means gifts to wear, play with, and install as soon as possible.

This Christmas means spending time with someone whom I love outside my family. I won’t be involved in their Christmas celebration as far as their traditions go, but I’ll get to celebrate Christmas with them! Family is pretty close to the most important thing in the world for me and to have two blows my mind!

God, why am I so blessed? 2000 years ago you sent your son to earth as an incredible, unmatchable gift. He came as a baby, but he was a man worth imitating. And then he sacrificed himself to save me, a despicable sinner, from the punishment I had chosen, have chosen, and will choose again, so that I can be right with God when my earthly end comes. There is no greater blessing! There is no greater gift. There is no greater reason to celebrate a day!

Merry Christmas!