Farther from Claus but closer to Christ
Marty and Carie celebrating the "best Christmas ever" at the TCA Facebook reunion!
So all December long I felt like such a scrooge. It wasn’t that I was mean to people, but I just didn’t feel like being in the “Christmas Spirit”. Ya know, presents and singing and parties. And I think part of the problem was that I couldn’t have any of those things. Everytime I was invited to a party, it got cancelled. Everytime I was supposed to give or get a present, there was too much ice or snow on the road to get to that place of exchange.
In the end, it was just me, my beautiful wife,and this year, I put away the TV during the week of Christmas (save for a few football games that made me jolly),and read through Scripture or books that focused on either the spiritual and/or leadership.
I didn’t really feel like Christmas as I had in years past. Shopping and gifts and parties seemed more distant than I would have liked. But the Christ part of Christmas was more evident than ever before. This part had little to do with external lights as much it had to do with the light of the world. And the only gift I could think about was the one God gave me when He sent His only son, Jesus Christ to save the sins of the world.
It was the greatest Christmas ever!
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Yeah! Me too! I was super-grouchy most of the time, but the ultimate effect was the same thing . . .
You are such an amazing person Marty.
I like how you initially said something that would make us think poorly about you from a worldy point of view, and then turned it around like AHA! and consoled us by reminding everyone how spiritual you are.
At some point I really need to do something about writing on your wall. As fun as it is you are going to innevitably start drawing the conclusions that I hate you and not talk to me and then a year from now we’ll see each other and you’ll say ‘you aren’t my friend, you bashed me every day on my blog.’ And I’ll be like ‘yeah, well that’s your blog . . . not you.’ But I doubt we’ll be able to get over it and then we’ll never talk again.
If only their were some easy solution that I don’t have to leave my comfort zone for . . .