At the risk of sounding like a scrooge, I'm just going to go ahead and say it- I hate what Christmas has turned into.
I haven't gotten on Facebook very much lately because it just make me sad. Everyone is talking about the gifts they got, and I can't help but think of the kids who can't even afford Christmas dinner, or worse yet the kids who have never heard the reason Christmas exists.
Some people have even posted about how much their presents costs as if this is some kind of contest to try to outdo everyone else with how much we can spend. I can't help but think of the people who will never in their lives come across that much money.
And then there are the people who aren't thankful and who complain because they didn't get what they want. That's what makes me really sad... I want more than anything for them to understand.
I can't help but think that Jesus is watching all of this with a broken heart too. We've turned the celebration of His birthday into some kind of horrible contest of who has the best gifts. And in the race for the best presents we barely even give Jesus a second thought. My prayer is that we would remember the real meaning of Christmas. Its not enough to just hashtag #CHRISTmas after talking about everything you received. Christmas is not about presents, its about His presence.
"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given... And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty
God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." - Isaiah 9:6
That, my friends, is the greatest gift we could ever receive! And even better, its free- freely given to you and to I, but it cost more than you or I will ever be able to understand. And that is why I wrote this post- because I don't ever want us to forget the price he paid.
Father God, I come to you with a heavy heart. I am sorry for what my generation has turned your son's birthday into. Forgive us for making it about us instead of a day to bring glory to you. Help us to make a change Lord. Let us give you all of the glory. Let us remember the real meaning of Christmas. In your son's precious and holy name I pray. Amen