I wrote this a few days after the event took place. I have seldom experienced such extremes of emotion in such a sort amount of time. I was just so happy. My God and Savior Jesus Christ had blessed my family by bringing us together to celebrate his birth. It was a truly joyous occasion. My 10 month old niece was experiencing her first Christmas.
And then it happened.
The Christmas Club
Last night the feeling of Christmas was really in the air. As my Family gathered around the fireplace to visit and listen to Christmas music, one of the most exciting of all Christmas events began to unfold on the front porch; live Christmas carolers! It was short lived for they only had time for two songs and softly sang Frosty the Snowman and We Wish You a Merry Christmas. The carolers were invited in afterwards for cookies and milk, and a few minutes later all returned to normal as they quickly left to continue spreading holiday cheer. It is now just a memory; a memory that has haunted me for days now.
In and of itself, this event may not seem drastic enough to merit the term haunt, but the devil is often in the details. This particular group of carolers was not comprised of just anyone; it was made up of members of my local church youth group, and its leaders. I use the word haunt because it scares me. It scares me to think that the church of today has declined to such a state as to sing worldly holiday songs as Christmas carols. Instead of the neighborhood being filled with songs about the one, true, living God, they heard about a magical man made of snow. What a wasted opportunity for unsaved listeners to hear about the birth Christ. What a tragedy that the neighbors missed seeing a genuine demonstration of love for God, and for fellow Christians with the gift of song.
Hold on, it gets worse. The kids dropped off bundles of cards to each of us from other members of the church. It’s a very small church, 30 adults is a good turn out for Sunday morning, and so I was not surprised when I received only 13 cards. Later that evening I opened them. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but after the “caroling” I guess I was just hoping for something…well…Christian. It was not to be. Card after card said “Happy Holidays” and “Seasons Greetings”. Oh it wasn’t a total loss, three of the thirteen cards contained actual scripture; two others had some sort of religious art work on the front, but with no mention of Christ to be found elsewhere in the card.
I guess I should just forget about it. It really is my problem. You see, it’s my beliefs that caused this situation to get to me in the first place. Maybe I shouldn’t be such a fanatic. Maybe I should make time for other things in my life and quit being such a radical. Why should I be so all consumed anyway? I need more balance. I need to change if I’m going to fit in.
But the thing is...I can’t…because at the front of my mind and the back of my mind…to the left…and to the right…is an image of a man on a cross. This man is very important to me. This man brought me back from the dead. He sought me, and he bought me with his blood. Christmas is the celebration of his birth and if joining your club means forgetting that fact for even one second, I pray to never be accepted.
I ask you, am I a fanatic?
God Bless
TJ
