Children: “I haven’t sent my wish list yet to Santa!” (They think they are late because they have seen Christmas items in stores since July 4th!)
Adults: “Who’s hosting? What are we eating? What are we going to buy your dad this year? Can I bring a date to the office party? Oh, are we sending out Christmas cards? Who’s going to sit down and write the family brag letter that no one probably reads? I mean, they see all year how perfect our family is on Facebook.”
This happens every year. To be honest, I saw Christmas cards here at home the other day and my heart skipped a beat thinking I was late in sending them out. With the commercializing of Jesus’ birth it’s hard not to get caught up in it all. I guess I’m guilty too. I mean, here I am writing about Christmas before Thanksgiving! And I’m writing this post while wearing white pants after Labor Day! Who makes up these silly rules anyway?
If I want to start preparing my heart and attitude to celebrate the birthday of all birthdays, then why not? Life wouldn’t be worth living, if it wasn’t for the love of God, and his generous, outlandish, extravagant gift of his Son, Jesus. So, in the spirit of preparing for Christmas, below is my Christmas prayer list to God:
- That America would focus on our real needs instead of spending a lot of money and time on trying to get someone fired. (Okay, that has been my only political opinion expressed this whole year.)
- That families would work harder at loving then hurting.
- That my wife’s Visa to America would arrive yesterday.
- To be debt free.
- To have several books I’ve written published, and a major movie deal in the works based on my novel, Kill the Preacher Man, which would produce an Oscar Award, so my wife could meet Keanu Reeves at the awards ceremony.
Having all those prayers answered would be great, but what I want the most, and I mean this, is for everyone to give God a chance. To realize how much He loves us, and how he never intended anything bad to happen to us, but know that when we use our free will, we allow Satan to hurt us. Then after they give God time, and get acquainted with him, they would accept him and love him back. Ya know, if that happened then items 1 and 2 would be taken care of.
Faith says, these prayers could be answered. Hope says, even if they don’t, it will be okay. Love says, regardless, I am a child of the most, high God, and love, never fails.
Do your best this year to not forget why we have Christmas. Take time out to consider Jesus. Know this; Christmas is coming, and Christ is coming soon to gather those who believe in him, and have accepted him.
Copyright © 2019 Mark Brady. All rights reserved.
I bet they flunked out of Kindergarten for not coloring inside the lines! Are they important? Do they love their car that much? I bet they live life outside the lines too. I mean, they can’t even park their car inside the straight lines provided free of charge.
I was staying in hotel for a few days. I decided to go out, and at the elevator met up with this older couple. They were dressed in their “Sunday go to Meeting” clothes. That’s what we say here in Oklahoma anyway. They were dressed up very nice for those who don’t understand.
What do you do when someone consistently shows you hate? They would not admit it, but you know they must because they can’t ever say anything nice to you. They can’t celebrate your accomplishments in life like retiring early, getting to move back to one’s hometown and buying a house, and not one kind word spoken when you got remarried, finding love again, after years of being divorced.
If death somehow gave us truths we didn’t have or didn’t believe while living what would we do with it? Most, would probably want to come back to life to tell those they love and others what they now know. One thing is for sure, when a person dies, they know in an instant there is a God, and there is judgement for how they lived and best, or worst of all, that there is indeed a heaven, and a hell.
Recently, a mother shared with me one of her two year old’s newest habit. She said, “Everywhere we go, he announces to anyone, ‘Look, this is my mother!’” I laughed as I pictured her adorable son smiling and making that bold declaration.
God, I worship you, and praise your name, because you are:
e him the news that she was dying of cancer. That year Bob’s neighborhood changed the path of their yearly parade, so every neighbor could wave to her as she watched from her living room window. He later asked her if there was one thing she has never done but always wanted to. She replied, “Toilet paper someone’s yard.” So one day at 4:30pm they did just that. When the police showed up and informed him it was a misdemeanor he told them, “I have diplomatic immunity and she will be dead next week.” Bob’s neighbor had heaven touch her just before she touched heaven.
There is this unbelievable feeling when you are in love with someone. You think about them all the time. You can’t wait to see, talk, or be with them again. There is nothing else that feels the same way. This is how I feel about my wife. Ok, I know some of you, who know us, will say, “Yeah, but you two have only been married 7 months!” This may be true, but you see I have purposed in my heart to never fall “out” of love with her. I have this desire to forever find another way, to make her feel loved.