Let me remind you of the question before I answer:
What are your favorite things about the holiday season and your least favorite things?
When I was younger I loved everything about the holiday season. I loved the hustle and bustle. The busyness. The festivities. The music. The whole works. As I've gotten older, I still like a number of those things, but I must be getting...well...older! I still like to shop for presents, but I don't like to do it as much. I still like the festivities, but maybe not quite as many. I still like the music, but perhaps they can begin the continuous radio renditions a little later than the day after Halloween (I'm exaggerating, but not by much).
I guess my very favorite thing about the holiday season is remembering what the real reason for Christmas is - celebrating Christ's birth. I could - and often do - get caught up in the gifts and the shopping and the glitter, but when I slow down to really think of what Christ did over 2000 years ago, it is really awe inspiring. He left his perfect home in Heaven to come to this sinful world only to go through troubles and trials and die on a cross. But he chose to be be born, die, and come back to life for our sins. So that we would have a chance to go to Heaven and spend eternity with Him. We can have that chance if we choose to believe that we are sinners and in need of a Savior. And if we believe that He died on the cross for us and accept His free gift of eternal life.
My second favorite would have to be getting together with family. I have fond memories of visits with and by family over the years. Family is special. Family traditions are special.
There is really not much that I dislike about the holiday season. Unless, of course, it's too much hustle and bustle and too many Christmas songs. I also dislike the political correctness of the season. There is much to be said about the so called separation of church and state and the inclusion of everyone during this time of year, but I will save that for another post. Suffice it to say that I think our country has gone a little overboard on some things when it comes to the real reason for the season (or the exclusion of the real reason).
It's surprising that some of the things that I love about the holidays are also some of the things that I dislike. Ah, well, isn't that the way it is with most things in life?
OK, I know that this question is predictable, but I had to ask it. Here it goes:
Do you make New Year's resolutions? If not, why not? If so, what are they?
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A Dear Saint is Now With Jesus Mood:
sad Topic: Ministry
Miss Marie with Joshua and Sarah
Last night I mentioned that one of Sarah's ladies was in the hospital. Miss Marie had some problems on Christmas so went to the emergency room for xrays. While the xrays were being taken she suffered a massive heart attack. This evening the Lord took her to be with Him.
Miss Marie was a prayer warrior. We knew that if anything ever happened, we could call her night or day and she would pray over the phone with us. She would then share with another shut-in friend, Mrs. King, and they would continually pray for the situation.
She loved the mission, and she loved the people of the mission. And, she loved our kids. Each one held a special place in her heart and she was in the hearts of each one. Our Joshua especially loved Miss Marie. They had a special bond.
We are breaking Miss Marie's rules. We are sad and we have shed tears. Miss Marie didn't want that. She often said "I don't want any crying at my funeral I only want celebrating."
She was right. We don't need to cry. Miss Marie is sitting at the feet of Jesus and praising him. She has no more ailments, no more pain, no more worries.
She knew that the only way to true happiness was believing that Jesus came to earth to live a perfect life and then die on the Cross. He didn't die, however, for anything that He had done. He died for the things that we have done. And, He didn't stay dead, He rose again to prove that He was God. He did this as a free gift to us and all we have to do is accept this free gift and we can know that we will have eternal life with God in Heaven forever and ever.
If you do that, then someday you will be like Miss Marie. No more ailments, no more pain, no more worries. Just celebration.
We don't need to cry, but we can pray. Not for Miss Marie, but for those left behind. For Miss King, for Joshua, and especially for Miss Marie's family. For her son and daughter and their spouses and children.
It will be hard without our prayer warrior Miss Marie. Although she wouldn't like it, there are going to be more sad days. When we told Joshua he was very upset. After consoling him, he decided to go to his room. On his way, he said, in his usual Joshua way, "If you need me I'll be in here making tears."
Joshua, there are always going to be tears, but God is looking down on you now and saying "Joshua, someday I will wipe every tear from your eyes (Rev. 7:17)."Someday you will be sitting with Miss Marie at Jesus' feet and rejoicing forever and ever.
Lord, thank you for the life of Miss Marie. Right now we know that she is in no more pain, she is rejoicing with you. But, Lord, we also know that there are many that aren't rejoicing. Some are sad because they have lost a family member. Some because they have lost a dear friend and prayer warrior. Some are sad because they don't know You. Please, Lord, wipe every tear from our eyes. Be with the family and friends that are grieving, but especially be with those who may not know you. Please help them to come to you soon so that someday they can live without pain and sorry and can rejoice forever at your feet along with Miss Marie. ~ Amen
A Day in the Life of Tim. Mood:
not sure Topic: General
I don't generally post diary or schedule type things. Perhaps I should more often. Today, however, has been such an odd, but strangely normal, day for us. Our days are always interesting. With three homeschooled boys, two with sensory issues and with parents that run a mission to low income housing folks, how could our days not be interesting? There are always phone calls and knocks on the door and arguing boys and...and...and... ! There were many things that happened today, though, that made me a little reflective about our world and life in it.
I got up early, fixed coffee, and my wife and I had our usual morning discussion in bed over a cup of hot brew. I recalled a touching story that an old highschool friend had written a few years ago. We just reconnected after 30 years on Facebook. She sent me the story and I had read it just yesterday.
Over the past year I have reconnected with literally dozens of old friends from high school or college. Julie, however, was one of those rare friends that I knew from elementary days. Our elementary school was small. Not one room, mind you, but six rooms one for each grade level (first through sixth), a cafeteria just large enough to serve the food (we ate in our classroom), a boy's restroom and a girl's restroom. That was it. The kindergarten room was in a portable outside. So, you were always with the same kids year after year. Occasionally someone would move away, or a new kid would come, but basically it was the same group. Julie was from that group. We never dated or anything like that, she was just part of a bunch whose friendship lasted off and on from grade school through high school.
Julie is now a writer. After some time away, she has moved back to the same town we grew up in, and writes for a local newspaper. She has also written a few novels, mostly local history, but, she sent me a short story that she claims is her most popular work. It had been published by a Salvation Army publication, so I don't think I can print it here, though I may ask. It was just a great little story that by the end had both my wife and I (me for the second time) in tears. Because it involved the Salvation Army and their work with the poor, it was near and dear to our hearts. Things like that always tend to set the day in a strange direction for me. I should have know that it would be a day of emotion and reflection.
Later that day, I was doing my usual computer surfing. Checking my blog stats, reading the TOS Crew forum, and checking BlogFrog. I've mentioned BlogFrog in a couple posts, but it is basically a group of bloggers that have their own forum. There are things on there where you can promote your own blogs, but there is also a discussion section where you can ask questions and basically begin chats. One particular discussion topic caught my eye and I began to read it. I wish I hadn't. The discussion had nothing to do with blogging or some fun thing, but discussed what should have been a personal family issue. Before long, there were blames hurled and people taking sides that didn't even know the parties involved. It was ridiculous. Sarah often says "Tim, don't argue with Pharisees". I know she's right, but I seldom listen. Yes, I interjected my two cents worth. I tried not to take sides, and just wanted everyone to stop and pray for the situation instead of throwing accusations. It didn't work. I just sat back, read the comments, shook my head and asked myself "what is this world coming to". Then I prayed. Prayed for the whole situation. I'm asking you to pray for it as well. You don't need to know details, just pray for an unspoken request. God knows.
Later, as we were settling down for the night, the phone rang. It was one of Sarah's ladies. Her baby, Chance, was at the emergency room and she wanted Sarah to come. While Sarah was there she found that one of her other, elderly, ladies had had a massive heart attack on Christmas day and was now in a coma. She was able to visit with the family and even go in and pray by Miss Marie's side. Miss Marie asked a few years ago if Sarah and I would speak at her funeral. I have spoken at funerals a couple of times, but that is really not my thing. Things look bleak, but Miss Marie could still recover. Please pray for her and her family. The doctors checked the baby and found that it was just something he ate. We are relieved at that, but please continue praying for Chance and his mother.
I, on the other hand, don't have any sense at all. While all of this was going on, I went and asked the boys to pray for Chance and Miss Marie. Joshua, our kind hearted asperger's child, fell to pieces. He knows both of them, and was worried sick about their health. He asked me time and again if Miss Marie or Chance was going to die. I tried to reassure him, but the damage had already been done. I shouldn't have mentioned anything until I knew some facts. He is happy that Chance it all right, but still concerned about Marie. Please pray for Joshua.
Finally, we are all in bed and I am typing on my laptop at a few minutes before midnight and thinking about the days happenings. I should be used to days like this. The comings and goings, the phone calls, the knocks on the door. It has been a reflective day - odd, but normal at the same time. Such is life.
The Reason For The Season Mood:
happy Topic: General
1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. 2 (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) 3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. 4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) 5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. 6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. 7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. 12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. 16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. 17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. 18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. 20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.