A Conversation With Myself
A Merry Christmas? I haven't experienced that for a few years. Being a caretaker for my wife her last 2 years, then not having her for the past two leaves me asking the question "Merry Christmas" what's that?
Then came my blunder at the church. it was a combination of ego, pride and humanity. Nothing of Jesus. It left me with feelings of failure, and questioning my call to the ministry. Everything in my soul was screaming "Bah-Humbug"!
Getting back to a group of dearly loved friends, I was given a book for Christmas that at first glance I was happy to receive. As I opened the book, my prejudices began to speak. I heard of this guy and wanted to hear his story, but his theology was much different than mine. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find this man has a huge intellect yet down to earth. I discovered that although our paths in life were vastly different, we had a lot in common. Reading his story reaffirmed my call to the ministry and why I enjoy it so much.
Battling with myself throughout the day and wanting badly to stay home but couldn't, I went to the Christmas eve service. Fighting back tears of missing my wife and telling myself that nobody wants to hear what you have to say, I pressed on. I gave it to God.
But why did Jesus come? why did He give up His home in heaven and come down to be born a helpless baby? The answer.... " To redeem those under the law". To set us free from the tyranny of ourselves, and to say to a world who desperately needs to hear it, " I love you". To say to those who feel abandoned "You can be a part of my family, I'll adopt you".
like the Grinch whose heart was the size of a pea, yet grew very large in experiencing the joy of giving, my heart also grew. Seeing all the faces at the church and receiving hugs from God's family was like salve to my soul.
Merry Christmas St. Peter's Church
Then came my blunder at the church. it was a combination of ego, pride and humanity. Nothing of Jesus. It left me with feelings of failure, and questioning my call to the ministry. Everything in my soul was screaming "Bah-Humbug"!
Getting back to a group of dearly loved friends, I was given a book for Christmas that at first glance I was happy to receive. As I opened the book, my prejudices began to speak. I heard of this guy and wanted to hear his story, but his theology was much different than mine. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find this man has a huge intellect yet down to earth. I discovered that although our paths in life were vastly different, we had a lot in common. Reading his story reaffirmed my call to the ministry and why I enjoy it so much.
Battling with myself throughout the day and wanting badly to stay home but couldn't, I went to the Christmas eve service. Fighting back tears of missing my wife and telling myself that nobody wants to hear what you have to say, I pressed on. I gave it to God.
But why did Jesus come? why did He give up His home in heaven and come down to be born a helpless baby? The answer.... " To redeem those under the law". To set us free from the tyranny of ourselves, and to say to a world who desperately needs to hear it, " I love you". To say to those who feel abandoned "You can be a part of my family, I'll adopt you".
like the Grinch whose heart was the size of a pea, yet grew very large in experiencing the joy of giving, my heart also grew. Seeing all the faces at the church and receiving hugs from God's family was like salve to my soul.
Merry Christmas St. Peter's Church
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