How I Killed Christmas

The liberals have not killed Christmas.

Nope, it wasn't the atheists either.


It was me.

Maybe it was you too.

I killed Christmas.

Christmas, a time for joyful celebration of God's provision, his purpose, and his power.  Christmas, a time for quiet reflection on Jesus' humble human birth, Mary's service to God, Joseph's patience, Shepherds worship, kings submission.  Christmas--the time that calls us to anticipate Jesus presence in our lives afresh.

Dead at the very hands of those who call it sacred.

I lived in denial for years.  I wouldn't do this.  I am a Christian, I want to keep the Christ in Christmas.  It was certainly someone else's agenda.  Not me.  No.

Yet I stand guilty.

Every moment my heart beat green with greed...

Every gift I gave with personal gain in mind...

Every time I uttered "Merry Christmas" while acting just like the Christless masses.

Death, by destroying the true purpose of Christmas.



Dear Christians, please listen to my plea.  This Christmas, let's not blame anyone for taking Christmas or destroying it.  Let's bring it back.  Join me.  Not by bemoaning our loss.

Not by yelling louder or posting about Christmas on Facebook, Twitter, or even Google+.

I suggest doing what Jesus did--loving to the point that you come into someone's life, and make it better.  Bring hope, mercy, forgiveness, and love.

Don't just read the Christmas story to your kids this year, put it into practice in your life.

"The Word became flesh, and made his dwelling among us"