It has become a tradition in the Moore family to put up our Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. For reasons unbeknownst to me, this duty has fallen my way.
It always starts with a trek out to the backyard shed. Of course, all the Christmas stuff is stacked behind the lawn mower, the seed spreader, rakes, shovels, soccer goals and anything we haven’t used in a year. So I spend the first 30 minutes hauling stuff out just so I can reach the Christmas decorations. Now our backyard looks like we’re having either a garage or a going-out-of-business sale. Continue reading
It is that time of year again: Christmas. The time is right. We can feel it in the air; however, the feeling should be stronger in our hearts. We should not know the season because of what we see with our eyes: stockings, trees, and presents. We should know the season due to our devotion to Jesus Christ Himself. Beloved, the time is right, but I believe many of us are at the wrong place.
Dr. Halford E. Luccock (1885-1961) former professor of preaching at Yale University, shares the following: “A woman in an Eastern city, a week or so before last Christmas, called a minister on the telephone. She was in much agitation. She explained that she was chairman of an outdoor community Christmas tree lighting and was disturbed over the selection of the carols to be sung. She could not, she said, find just the right songs for such a function. ‘Most of the Christmas songs,’ she complained, ‘are too distressingly theological.’ The minister replied, ‘Well, after all, Christmas was a rather theological affair, wasn’t it?’ It was. The first Christmas was not an innocuous affair, organized around the least common denominator of vague belief.”