I'm ignoring them and going back to my Christmas Roots.
It's not about the lights, gifts, or tree,
It's about the love of God that possesses me so deeply.
We become so absorbed with propaganda
Not caring about the third world families in Uganda.
What do you want this Christmas season?
Have we forgotten the very reason?
Christ has given us a new hope this December
His Heart bleeds, that we would remember
Innocent Lamb with no flaw
Humbly He gave, leaving us in awe
He was a passionate world changer
And it all started with a birth in the manger
We were called to reap good fruit,
So this season I'm going back to my Christmas roots.
a poem I wrote...powered by the Holy Spirit :)
It's so easy to be consumed with the materialistic prospective of this Christmas season. The ads bedazzle us and hold us captive, the deals trap us and endanger our soul. We become so consumed with finding the perfect gift, yet we forget so easily that God supplied us with the best gift ever, His Son Jesus. Let's remember Jesus! I wanted to share an email my dad shared with me a long time ago. It touched my heart and I hope it does the same for you also. God bless.
Dear loved ones,
As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there
is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will
be repeated.
During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many
radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone
is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.
It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people
think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years
ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did
for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the
celebration.
Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know
the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great
feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries,
fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates.
The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully
wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was
the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation.
The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside,
they closed the door in my face .... and I wanted to be with them and share
their table.In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years
all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the
party without making any noise.
I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some
who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were
having a grand time.
To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white
beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa
and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" .. as if
the party were in his honor!
At 12 Midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms
waiting for someone to hug me and ... do you know .... no one hugged me.
Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with
great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe,
there was one for me.
What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did
not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly
left.
Every year it gets worse. People only remember to eat and drink, the
gifts, the parties and nobody remembers me.
I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I
would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I
came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.
Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.I want to
share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will
have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a
spectacular party.
I'm still making the final arrangements. Today I am sending out many
invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish
to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with
golden letters in my great guest book.
Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't
answer the invitation will be left outside.Be prepared because when all is
ready you will be part of my great party.
As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there
is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will
be repeated.
During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many
radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone
is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.
It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people
think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years
ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did
for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the
celebration.
Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know
the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great
feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries,
fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates.
The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully
wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was
the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation.
The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside,
they closed the door in my face .... and I wanted to be with them and share
their table.In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years
all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the
party without making any noise.
I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some
who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were
having a grand time.
To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white
beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa
and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" .. as if
the party were in his honor!
At 12 Midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms
waiting for someone to hug me and ... do you know .... no one hugged me.
Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with
great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe,
there was one for me.
What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did
not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly
left.
Every year it gets worse. People only remember to eat and drink, the
gifts, the parties and nobody remembers me.
I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I
would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I
came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.
Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.I want to
share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will
have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a
spectacular party.
I'm still making the final arrangements. Today I am sending out many
invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish
to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with
golden letters in my great guest book.
Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't
answer the invitation will be left outside.Be prepared because when all is
ready you will be part of my great party.
See you soon.
I Love you!
Jesus
P.S.Please share this message with your loved ones, before Christmas.
P.S.Please share this message with your loved ones, before Christmas.
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Oh my goodness, this is incredible.
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