ASK FOR HELP

The story of Barak and the prophetess Deborah in the book of Judges fills me with some amusement, as well as food for thought. Deborah was judge over Israel at a time when they had been sold into the hands of Jabin, king of Canaan. The commander of Jabin's army was a man named Sisera who cruelly oppressed the Israelites.

Deborah sent for Barak and told him that the Lord had commanded him to take ten thousand men and go up against Sisera, and the Lord will deliver him into Barak's hands. Barak's response? "If you go with me, I will go; but if you don't go with me, I won't go." Now I could just picture Barak telling his buddies, "I'm going to fight Sisera, and Deborah is going with me." Their hoots of laughter would most likely ring out across the Kishon River. Then they would sober up and ask, "You're kidding, right?" But Barak's serious face would show he wasn't kidding.

Why would a man abandon his male ego and risk ridicule from his friends to ask a woman for help? I believe it could be one of two things: Deborah was a woman of power. As a judge, she settled disputes and people looked up to her. As a prophetess, her word could be trusted. But the other reason could be that Barak knew the anointing of the Lord was upon her, and he needed that if he was to succeed. But to ask a woman for help still seemed a bit cowardly. Nevertheless, the story goes on to say that Deborah accompanied Barak, and they defeated Sisera.

I think we could all, men and women, learn something from Barak. When we face tough issues, we should not be too proud to ask for help. And if it means asking someone who we might consider beneath us in station, let's do it. However, sometimes we might not find anyone we can ask. But Jesus is always there. He is the Christ, the anointed One. All power and wisdom reside in Him. We do not have to face our battles alone. We can say like Barak did: "If you go with me, I will go; but if you don't go with me, I won't go." It's the only sensible decision to make.

Forgiven

Some of the things I hear on the news never cease to amaze me. This week a case was brought before the court against a mother who gave false information about where she lived in order to get her kids into schools in another city. The prosecutor asked that the woman be sent to jail for one year because of this. However the woman pointed out that while she and the kids did not live at that address, her family did, and they would be able to provide after school care for her kids when necessary.

My heart filled with compassion for the woman, and I could see no earthly reason for such harsh punishment. Had the prosecutor ever lied in his life? How many criminals are walking about scot free because they and their attorneys lied? What happened to mercy, understanding and forgiveness? Our court system is based on the laws of the Bible, and I think that prosecutors should consider this before bringing certain cases before the court. I thought about Jesus and the compassion He felt for mankind. He forgave sinners and commanded us to forgive.

I'm not saying that everyone who lies should not face the consequences. What I'm saying is that each case should be judged on its own merit. I'm happy to say that the jury found the woman not guilty on all counts and she was set free. After the hearing the D.A. said his office never intended for her to be sent to jail. So why tie up the court's time with matters that could be settled otherwise? Do taxpayers have time or money to waste? Not with gas prices at over $3.00 a gallon. Are we being told the truth about the reason for those hight prices? Hmm.

A Prayer For Mothers

This is a prayer for all mothers, young and old, single or married, divorced, widowed or otherwise. As long as you are a mother, biological or adoptive, this prayer is for you.

Dear Lord, I thank you for gving me the gift of being a mother, the opportunity to love, cherish and nurture the precious human being you have loaned to me. Help me, Lord, to always remember that I'm not in this by myself. You are with me when I go into the delivery room, when I nurse that infant at my breast, when I sing him to sleep, and when I walk the floors at night. You are with me whether I feel pride at some small achievement, or whether I feel exasparated, overwhelmed or confused.

Help me to remember, Lord, that I am not perfect. You are the only perfect parent. In you lies all wisdom, strength and patience. So Father, when I don't know what to do or where to turn, remind me that you are there. That you see that child when I can't see him, because he is also your child, a heritage from You, and You guard your own fiercely.

So Father God, I thank you for this Mother's Day. A day that celebrates the most priceless miracle of all times - the birth of a human being. I do not take this miracle lightly, and everyday I fall on my knees I say thank you to My Heavenly Parent for the honor of sharing the joys- and the sorrows- of parenthood with You. Thank you, Lord.

One for the birds

Every morning I drive through densely wooded areas on my way to work. Nature lover that I am, this affords me the opportunity to enjoy God's creation in all its virgin beauty. Fall, with its varying shades of orange, red and yellow leaves, fills me with awe, and when the leaves begin to fall off, I feel a sense of personal loss. Winter offers little here in Atlanta by way of snow, so I wait eagerly for spring. This year, however it seems that the trees put out their decorations one morning and took them down faster than we do our Christmas decorations. And with the present drought, color is few and far between.

However, the birds are there. Flitting, swooping, zooming in and out, they attract me with their calls and their swift movements. One of my favorites is the red bird. I don't know the scientific name for it, but it's just red all over. It flits by and is gone quicker than my eyes can follow it. A friend told me she also loves the little creature. She said when her sister had to undergo an operation she was so worried, she prayed constantly that the surgery would be successful. She said while she sat on her porch praying, a red bird flitted by. On impulse she prayed, "Lord, if my sister is going to be allright, let me see another red bird." Not long after her prayers were answered. Since she told me this story, every time I see a red bird I ask the Lord to let me see another. And always, without my thinking about it, I would see another one before I get to work.

What does it mean? Maybe nothing. Or maybe God is just assuring me that He is there. Just as my friend prayed for that sign and God answered, I believe God is telling me, "I am here whenever you need Me. You may not see Me all the time, but I am here." In Isaiah 65:24 he says, "Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear."

Fess up.

This week a family in Atlanta scored a victory when two policemem involved in the shooting death of a ninety two year old woman pleaded guilty to planting evidence in the woman's house, lying and other things in an attempt to cover up the fact that they had botched a drug bust. I celebrate with the family, although the officers' confession and subsequent jail sentence will not bring the lady back. However it does give a sense of satisfaction to the family and to the community.

This reminds me of a passage I read in the Bible a few days ago in Luke 12:2-3. "There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs"(NIV).

Did those officers really expect to get away with what they had done? Maybe. Others have in the past. But God is watching them and He is watching us. We may not commit a dastardly act like these policemen did, but God still sees, and He expects us to fess up before He "proclaims it from the roofs".

So let's ask ourselves, what are we hiding? What have we done that we would not tell our best friend about? Cheating, lying or even murder? No problem. We have another Best Friend we can confide in, and He won't tell anyone. His name is Jesus. He will forgive us and keep on loving us, just as He loves those policemen. And if we ask Him, He will give us the grace to abstain from whatever it is. God bless.

Sound off!

I usually don't sound off on things that are happening in the country, but after the tragedy at Virginia Tech last week, I feel I should say something. Contrary to what the President of the college said, I don't think every thing was done to prevent the massacre. I believe that after the first two people were murdered, shock must have rendered the authorities impotent to handle the situation, because in my opinion more could have been done to offset the massacre that followed.

For the college to remain open after the first two murders is to treat the situation like if someone had just stolen cookies from the cookie jar. Did authorities think the atmosphere following the shooting would be conducive to learning, or teaching? Did they expect to have business as usual after two people had been murdered on the campus? Did they hope to find the gunman on a campus of over twenty thousand students?

However, leveling blame would not bring back that teacher who used his body to protect his students, or those students who left home that morning with hopes of a bright future. My heart goes out to the bereaved families and friends and to the Chos who are hurting in a way we may never understand. But as some have said, let us hope that this incident would spark a lot of dialog as to how to prevent a similar recurrence from happening anywhere in the country.

Be a gold-digger

I recently discovered that the pages of my journal in which I've been writing for years now, are gilt-edged. So, you say, what is so special about that? Nothing, really, except that I discovered it after the pages have turned cream and are not so crisp any more. And as I stared at the gilt edges glinting in the light of the morning sun filtering through my bedroom window, I thought, how many people, situations in my life that seem ordinary are really extraordinary?

Have we searched for the gold in that husband, wife, child, brother, sister or friend with whom we interact day in and day out? The one who appears to have no special gift or value? Sometimes it's only when that person is removed from our lives that we appreciate the valuable qualities he or she had.

Or that job that seems so mundane, useful only to pay the bills, may have some gold beneath the dreary exterior. Maybe it's the friends we've made there or the skills we've acquired, or the fact that they always remember our birthday.

How about that situation that keeps you up at nights, sometimes causing you to reach for the Pepto Bismol? Even there, in that situation, you may find some gold. For the Bible says, "All things work together for good to them that love the Lord, and are the called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28).

So take a closer look around you, at the people in your life, the situations, the job, your environment, and you may find things beneath the surface that astonish you. You may strike gold, and when you do, treat it as the precious substance that it is,never becoming obsolete, always increasing in value.

God bless.

Good news

This week I received the good news that the book Cup of Comfort for Mothers, in which one of my devotionals is published, is about to hit the bookstores, just in time for Mother's Day. And why is this good news? Because it's the first meaningful publication I've ever had. This book will be widely circulated throughout the US and possibly abroad.

However, I'm also excited because the book will really be a source of comfort for mothers everywhere. Just yesterday I was speaking to a new found friend, and I told her about a program I listened to on my car radio where a woman was lamenting the fact that she'd brought up her child in church, but the child rebelled, and now she is filled with guilt. The host told her she should not blame herself because God, the perfect Father, created Adam and Eve, put them in a perfect environment, and they still rebelled.

As a mother, I also struggled with guilt over my two younger sons who have also rebelled against my Christian teachings. And that's what prompted me to write the devotional for Cup of Comfort. After I spoke to my friend yesterday, she shared with me her own struggle with guilt over her child. When I told my friend about the devotional, and how I'd come to realize that God never gives up on us, she hugged me and said, "Thanks. I needed to hear that."

It's true. God never gives up on us, no matter how much we hurt Him, therefore we should not feel guilty, neither should we give up on our children. I hope this encourages somebody today, and remember to look for Cup of Comfort for Mothers in bookstores next month. God bless you.

Turn Around

As a new resident of Atlanta I find the roads, particularly the expressway, confusing. Every time I head south I get lost. This weekend I was sure I had good directions and would not make the same mistake again. Wishful thinking. I exited at a place where the numbers were lower than the exit I was supposed to take. I kept thinking the miraculous would happen and the numbers would get higher again. More wishful thinking. I passed four exits before I decided to get off and call the hotel where my meeting was being held. Sure enough, I was instructed to turn around and head north.

Has this happened to you? Have you ever felt yourself going in the wrong direction and waited too long before deciding to turn around? Fortunately, I had left home early so I arrived at the hotel exactly on time, but harried and nervous. All of this could have been avoided had I turned around sooner.

So it is with sin. Many times we feel the warning signs telling us to stop and turn around, but we do not heed them. We keep on going until circumstances force us to stop. As we travel along the road of life, let us pay attention to the signs along the way, and as soon as we realize we're going in the wrong direction, let's turn around. If we don't, we may arrive before our Maker, not just harried and nervous, but frightened and condemned.

Hold on

This past week my mind was saddened by the disasters that occurred here in Georgia and neighboring Alabama. In case you didn't watch the news, tornadoes touched down in these two places taking a number of lives, including that of eight children in Alabama. And as if that wasn't enough some baseball players and others injured when their bus hit the overpass and tumbled over to the highway below.

Always one to cry easily, I wept as I watched the news, thinking of the age-old question, Why do bad things happen to good people? Of course there are no answers, but I do want to extend some words of comfort to the families who lost their loved ones and to the people who lost their homes and possessions.

When the storms hit
And life looks bleak
When all we can do is ask "God, why?"
As lives and dreams bid us good-bye.
Hold on.

When we have no more tears to shed,
And sorrow still rears his ugly head
When nothing one can say will bring back
that child, that house, that smile.
Hold on

For the sun will shine again,
Hope and peace will be yours again
Your shoulders will straighten
Your burden will lighten
Dear one, hold on.

We'll Be Together

Celebrities usually draw nation wide attention during their lifetime, but sometimes even more so through their death. And when this passing is an untimely one as happened in the case of a super model recently, the attention is widespread and riveting.

But what prompted this blog more than anything is the action of a Florida judge who had the task of deciding where the lady's remains should be buried. According to the news report, the judge broke down in tears as he read his ruling, viz that the lady should be buried next to her son who also died under tragic circumstances last year. The judge, amidst tears said, "I want them to be together."

Those words have stuck with me ever since. How many of us share that same wish when we think of our own passing? I know my dearest wish would be to have my loved ones with me when I pass on. Not their earthly remains, but their eternal soul, and I want us to be together in a place where worms will not eat at us, a place where we'll live happily ever after.

I can think of no better place but heaven with my Lord Jesus Christ. But in order to get there we, and our loved ones, must first accept Him into our lives and live according to His teachings. Then we can be assured we will be "together" and the judge who will make that ruling will be none other than Jesus Christ Himself. Just think about it.
God bless.

The Alligator Story

This week I came across a little story about a woman, let’s call her Liz, who was in love with a man we’ll call Greg. Liz wanted to go and meet Greg but in order to get to him she had to cross a river teeming with alligators, and to make matters worse the bridge over the river was washed out. So Liz went to Captain Sinbad and asked him to take her across in his boat. Sinbad demanded certain favors which Liz refused. She then approached Harry who turned her down, so she went back to Sinbad and agreed to his terms. Once the deal was closed, Sinbad fulfilled his promise and delivered her into Greg’s arms. However, when Liz told Greg what she had to do in order to get to him, Greg became angry and dumped her. Liz found another guy, Sampson, who beat Greg up for the way he treated Liz, and in the end Liz and Sampson ride off in the sunset together.

Now this did not happen on the Jerry Springer show or one of the popular soaps. However, when we examine the story closely we may judge Liz for her lack of morals or Greg for his unwillingness to forgive, but I think the take of the story is how far would we go to get what we want. This lady was willing to cross a river teeming with alligators in order to get to the man she loved, or thought she loved.

I think for all of us there is a Greg that we may be prepared to go to any lengths to have. Our Greg may be a job, a promotion, a spouse, a car. Whatever it is we have to be careful, especially as women, not to compromise our values, because like Liz we may realize that our Greg is not really worth the trouble. God bless.

Lose The Weight

This month two of my female co-workers have had liposuction to make their bodies look slimmer and more sexy. I admire their courage as well as their new appearance, and while at first I was tempted to criticize, the more I thought about it the idea began to appeal to me. After all, I have some areas, my arms especially, that could benefit from suctioning as well.

Plastic surgery is the fastest growing area in the medical field. Face lifts, tummy tucks and breast implants, initially the domain of the Hollywood crowd, are now being sought after by ordinary housewife or working woman. One of my co-workers said the liposuction took ten pounds off her instantly. No sweat, no hunger pangs, no pain. Just a few thousand dollars and the surgeon’s scalpel. Sounds tempting, very tempting.

But I know of another procedure that can take pounds and pounds of weight off you instantly. It might not flatten your tummy or trim your thighs, but it will give you a sense of peace and unspeakable joy you never dreamed possible. It’s giving your life to Jesus. He can trim the weights of anger, hopelessness, depression, guilt, fear and many others.

All you have to do is believe that Jesus, the Son of God, came to this earth and died that you might live. Then ask Him to come into your heart, and He will. He will fill you so completely there will be no room for any other weight. And as an added bonus He will show you how to lose any extra physical weight you may be carrying around. Try it and see.

Hope in God

In my job as a behavioral health therapist I come across a lot of people suffering from depression who are hopeless and helpless. In fact, one depressed patient once said to me, "I have no dreams; I have no hope." And from his constricted affect I knew he was speaking the truth.

Many times I ask myself what terrible circumstances conspire to render someone so hopeless that they think of taking their own lives, or occupy their thoughts with death wishes.

In my own life I can identify with some of the struggles that many of my patients face, and yet I continue to function normally. My friends, too, have issues that beg for understanding and compassion - the death of a child, loss of a job, an unexpected diagnosis, divorce - and yet they continue to function. Sometimes the circumstances may not be severe, but they gnaw at our peace just the same. And we all experience them. Someone said, "Show me the person who doesn't have problems and I'll show you someone who isn't breathing."

So what separates those of us on the outside of a psychiatric unit from those on the inside? Better mental and emotional health? Inner strength? God? Our genetic make up? All of these can determine whether we succumb to depression or not, but the fact is if we do succumb there is hope in God. We do not have to say like that young man, "I have no hope." The Bible tells us, "Hope thou in God." We need to hope in Him, not in our wealth, position, our physician, or our therapist, but in God.

Father forgive them

I recently became a fan of a secular program, and for me that is a rare thing. It happened because of one contestant who had the nerve to stand up to the insufferable Simon after he insulted her with his remarks about her size. The charming, talented young woman told Simon in no uncertain terms that she forgave him without needing an apology because Jesus had forgiven her! To have the boldness to say that on national TV is a gift that could only have come from God. When I heard it I thought, I have to see who this person is, so I watched the show this week and was very impressed.

In reading about the trailblazers that shaped the future of African Americans, I came across a young lady who also displayed a great lesson of forgiveness. Six-year-old Ruby Bridges was bused to the Franz Elementary School in New Orleans under desegregation laws, and met with a great deal of persecution from the white parents, so much so that President Dwight D. Eisenhower ordered that she be escorted by marshals to school every day.

As a result parents kept their children away from the school as a mark of protest, so little Ruby sat alone in the school while her teacher taught her. But it is recorded that while she was being escorted she prayed, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” Eventually the whites woke up to the realization that their kids were not being educated and they sent them back to school.

I spoke to a man the other day who said, “I will never forgive my ex-wife for what she did to me. Never!” He admitted that he was only hurting himself, and when I told him that Jesus chose to forgive the Roman soldiers who tortured and killed Him, he became even more angry and stormed away. But whether you’re dealing with a Simon, an errant spouse or a whole bunch of enemies, forgiveness wins every time.

Women of courage

How does a woman juggle housework and babies while her husband spends more time in jail than in helping to raise the kids? And in addition to performing her role as wife and mother still finds time to take part in protest rallies, speak to scores of people and protect her children from a bomb or two. This week we mourn the passing of one such woman, Coretta Scott King.

In writing this blog I was prompted by two things: one, it’s Black History month and two, a film of Gandhi which I viewed recently. Coretta King, wife of civil rights leader Martin Luther King and Kasturba “Ba” Gandhi were married to men who achieved world wide acclaim because of their extraordinary dedication to fighting injustice in their societies. However, I believe these men would not have achieved such greatness had they not been blessed with such exceptional mates.

Coretta King gave up the bright lights of a singing career to become the wife of a Baptist minister in 1953. Like Kasturba, Coretta also gave birth to four children. Early in the marriage she worked alongside her husband, or it was more like walked in marches beside him, traveled abroad with him and spoke on her husband’s behalf when he was unable to do so. However, while Mrs. Gandhi passed away before her husband, Coretta survived Martin Luther King by four decades. Determined that the work her husband began would live on, Coretta gave herself no time to mourn. Just four days after his death she led a march through the streets of Memphis, and attended the Poor People’s March in Washington later that year.

Over the years, Coretta King continued to work tirelessly in her husband’s memory, establishing the Martin Luther King Jr. Center for Nonviolent Social Change in Atlanta, Georgia and achieving the goal of having her husband’s birthday honored as a public holiday in Jan. 1986. She continued to travel the globe preaching the gospel of equality and became a goodwill ambassador and advisor to world leaders including Nelson Mandela.

Like most wives of men in the limelight, Coretta and Kasturba had to put up with the scores of women who admired and followed their husbands. Despite rumors of infidelity on Martin Luther’s part, Coretta “stood by her man” as did Kasturba when women took her place in attending to Gandhi’s needs, and the world speculated on their non-sexual relationship. Whether we are married to a leader or a subordinate, we can learn from Coretta and Kasturba. Two women, two different worlds, many eras apart, but their message is the same: loyalty, devotion and courage. God calls us to no less.

Father forgive them

This past week my heart was warmed and saddened at the same time by a story in the Miami Herald about a man who had been set free after being incarcerated for twenty four years for a crime he didn’t commit. Crotzer is not the first, and hopefully would not be the last. Technology, via DNA testing, has made it possible for someone’s innocence or guilt to be proven years after a crime was committed. So today Crotzer and many others are free as a result of this, as well as the untiring efforts of their defense lawyers and the New York-based Innocence Project.

Many people rejoice at this turn of events, but for Crotzer and others like him who lost a big chunk of their lives, the road to true freedom is littered with obstacles. Diaz, a man freed after twenty six years, hardly ever leaves his house. His wife remarried, and he now lives with his daughter and her family. Crotzer, on the other hand, would like to find a job. But what skills does he have to live and work in the twenty first century? When he was released he had to be taught how to use a cell phone and how to swipe a card to open a hotel door, according to the Herald. A lot has taken place in twenty-four years.

However, two things struck me most about this story. The first is that Crotzer said he had no bitterness against anyone for robbing him of twenty-four years of his life. To suffer what he suffered and not be bitter is almost unbelievable. It’s almost like Jesus asking God to forgive the Roman soldiers for crucifying Him. How many of us could be like that? I don’t know if I could.

The other thing that struck me is that Crotzer’s mother passed away four years prior to his release. Crotzer said that is the one thing he regretted. And I believe that mother must have been praying all the while she waited for something to happen. Never underestimate the power of prayer. You might not live to see the answer, but the answer will come if you persist in prayer.

So let us send up a prayer of thanksgiving for Crotzer and the others, let us pray for the defense lawyers and the Innocence Project. Most of all, let us pray that the deadline, set for July of this year in Florida, for cases to be retried based on DNA evidence will be removed completely so that more innocent victims could be set free.

Happy New Year!

Jan 8, 2006

Believe me, this is not what I planned for my first blog for 2006. I wanted to open with something upbeat like goal-planning or New Year’s resolutions, instead I find myself writing about death. The son of one of my co-workers died by accident the day before New Year’s Eve, and it put a damper on my spirits as well as the rest of the staff who worked with her.

Even though I never knew him, his passing filled me with such sadness that I had to force myself to get over it. He was only eighteen, cut off in a horrible way while not yet in his prime. As we attended the viewing, my heart broke at the sight of the lonely casket standing at the head of the aisle, unopened, while my friend courageously greeted friends and acquaintances. I couldn’t say anything to her. No words, however eloquent, would be adequate. I conveyed my feelings with a deep hug, and left as soon as I could.

And yet death is a daily occurrence. Someone said in the midst of life there is death. We heard of the death of the coal miners in Virginia, the death of the soldiers in Iraq, and many others, and we feel sympathy for the families. But when death dares to come inside, or close to, our door, our feelings are shattered. That this enemy could triumph over us is more than we can bear. The Bible says “For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive” (1 Corinthians 15:22). And again in v 22 it says, “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death”).

Thank God that because of Jesus Christ death is not the end for us or our loved ones who have accepted Him as our Savior. No, it’s not the end, but the beginning of a glorious reign with Him in His heavenly kingdom.

Peace on Earth

Dec 26, 2005

Well, I do hope you had a very Merry Christmas and can now bring yourself to the computer to
read this blog. My Christmas was okay, if you consider a houseful of people-about ten in all, including grand-children ranging in ages from seven to eighteen months. But I loved it, although now I’m dog tired. But now that Christmas is over we can reflect on the blessings, disappointments, joys, sorrows of 2005.

Uppermost in most people’s minds I’m sure would be the battering of storms we had this year. For us in Florida it seemed like there was hardly a let up once the season got underway. And for the people of New Orleans, not used to the unusual temperaments of Mother Nature, this year must have been a real shocker. London and Spain had their share of terrorist bombings, and Israelis saw themselves giving up their much cherished land for the sake of peace.

However, peace, in Israel and elsewhere, remains an elusive dream. I asked some of my patients-about fifteen of them- to arrange a list of goals, including world peace, on a scale of 1-10. Amazingly, not one of them assigned peace to the top five. When I asked them why, they all said it’s not attainable.

Their response filled me with sadness. To think that we have grown so cynical that we no longer expect to live in a peaceful world. But this is what makes Christmas so special, so unique. Because it celebrates the birth of One who came to the world that we might have peace. When the angels announced Jesus’ birth they said, "Peace on earth to men of goodwill", and just before He left this earth He said, "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you ..." (John 14:27).

However as I write this men are fighting in Iraq and other parts of the world. Peace on earth? What peace, you ask. It’s the peace that fills your hearts and minds when you embrace Jesus as your Lord and Savior. When you do that, it doesn’t matter whether shells are falling all around you, you will be like the little bird I saw in a picture, sound asleep on the tip of a branch in the midst of a raging storm! That is the peace that passes all understanding.

The Reason for the Season

Well, the Christmas season is upon us, and even though I promised myself I would not get caught up in the shopping frenzy, the cleaning and decorating frenzy and the cooking frenzy, I am, because I have relatives coming over from this weekend. And I never seem to have enough time or money to do everything that I would like to do. However, in the midst of all the frenzy, I managed to pause for a moment and consider my pastor’s words from last Sunday’s sermon.
He said that corporate is pushing God out of all of its affairs, and it will reach the point where our very freedom to worship may be threatened.

Frightening, but very probable. When you consider that prayer is no longer allowed in schools, a judge was fired for posting the Ten Commandments in his courtroom, and everywhere you look amidst all the glittering public decorations nothing is mentioned about Jesus Christ, then what he said is a distinct probability. In what other part of the world would someone come up with the idea of calling a Christmas tree a holiday tree? But here in a country that boasts of having been founded under godly principles, our creativity knows no bounds. Celebrating Christmas without mentioning Jesus is like coming to my birthday party and bringing a gift for someone else. That would be a gross insult, wouldn’t it? But that is exactly what we are doing here in America.

In my workplace there is a banner that reads Happy Hanukkah, and lots of pictures of Santa Claus and his reindeer, but nothing about Christmas. Well, I came up with the idea of putting up a little nativity scene with Merry Christmas written over it in my area. I encourage you to do the same, if you can. If you cannot put something up, how about putting something on- a T shirt, pin or some other emblem that would show that you’re celebrating the birth of Jesus. After all, He is the reason for the season. Merry Christmas!