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It’s Not a War on Christmas

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As the season of “peace on Earth, goodwill toward men” goes forward, so too do the disingenuous protests of the secular activist Progressives; protests against anything that might be construed, interpreted and/or seen as the religiously based, existing in the public square, be it the government square or the private-sector square. Many Americans find the objections of these secular Progressive activists to be not only in bad taste, but an assault on reasonable sensibilities and traditions. But to the secular Progressives, this annual “offensive” is a necessity; a “nudge,” if you will. And it has a lot more to do with an overall ideological goal than it does with removing Christ from Christmas.

It is true that, whether you believe Christmas is centered on a celebration of the birth of the Christ Child or not, Christmas is a federally recognized national holiday. Christmas was designated a federal holiday by the United States Congress and President Ulysses S. Grant in 1870, however this only applied to federal employees in Washington DC, the designation expanding, applying to all federal employees in 1968. To this legal end, Christmas is codified. But even before the holiday’s official recognition by the United States government, Christmas was a culturally recognized holiday around the world:

“Christmas is an annual commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ and a widely observed cultural holiday, celebrated generally on December 25 by billions of people around the world. A feast central to the Christian liturgical year, it closes the Advent season and initiates the twelve days of Christmastide, which ends after the twelfth night. Christmas is a civil holiday in many of the world’s nations, is celebrated by an increasing number of non-Christians, and is an integral part (central event) of the Christmas and holiday season.”

Given that the Founders and Framers of the United States of America rooted the entirety of our Founding Documents in the Natural Laws found in the Judeo-Christian philosophy, the recognition of a day designated to celebrate the Alpha and the Omega of this philosophy is not only fitting, but serves to offer up an opportunity to embrace a retrospect of what the root philosophy of all Americans is and should be.

To be sure, the United States is, in fact, a nation of immigrants; a diverse collection of cultures that over time have infused our unique American culture with rich and honored traditions. But, in each of these cultures, as part of each of these traditions, has always been, at their core, a celebration of thanks to the Deity, to God, to a Higher Power over the flawed egos of man. Perhaps that is what makes the traditional season of Christmas one that transcends cultures and languages; lines on a map; and political ideologies…all but for Progressivism’s most zealous.

At the core of turn-of-the-century Progressivism lays the notion that man can be perfected, nay, must be perfected if, in fact, there was to be a “Second Coming.” In an excerpt from The Social Gospel at DiscoverTheNetworks.org, authors, Daniel Flynn and Jonah Goldberg are credited with exposing:

“Flourishing in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the Social Gospel Movement was a Protestant intellectual phenomenon headed by clergymen who sought to reconcile Christianity with a Progressive social agenda; who saw the state as the instrument by which God could intervene in human affairs and promote the collectivism supposedly advocated by Jesus. This collectivism, said exponents of the Social Gospel, held the keys to the eradication of all manner of societal ills: inequality, alcoholism, crime, racism, poverty, ignorance, exploitation, and violence.

“Whereas Conservative theologians saw redemption and reconciliation strictly as matters between each individual and God, Progressives in the Social Gospel Movement held that redemption could only be achieved collectively, by means of unified, social and political activism. They maintained, moreover, that the Second Coming of Christ could not occur until humankind had eliminated all social evils by means of such activism. One notable mouthpiece of the Social Gospel was the Baptist minister and theologian Walter Rauschenbush, who said: ‘Individualism means tyranny.’”

Today, with the injection of hyper-secularism into Progressivism, an almost atheistic tenet has taken hold of the modern Progressive Movement. 21st Century Progressives (or modern day Progressives) are more inclined to believe that man – not a Higher Power, a Deity; not God – is the issuer of rights; that the rights we enjoy not only as Americans, but as “citizens of the world,” are derived from governments and not from Natural Law; from elitist oligarchs and bureaucratic experts and not by Intelligent Design.

So it is that modern Progressives need to expunge the idea of a higher power from the American (and, in fact the world) lexicon. If the idea of God, or Deity or Higher Power is to exist, then the authorities of man to establish right from wrong, good from bad, normal from abnormal, tolerance from intolerance, can always – always – be questioned. If the elitist oligarchs of the modern day Progressive Movement are to assume complete control; complete authority to execute social justice, economic justice and redefine the many ideas of equality, then they must dispense with the idea that they – themselves – are not at the top of the power pyramid; at the top of the intellectual “food chain.” The only way to do this is to eliminate the idea of the Higher Power; the Deity; God.

When one understands the need for secular Progressives to directly attack the idea of God; of Christ as the Son of God, it makes sense to take the fight to the opposition on their home turf, in this instance, Christians and Christmas (although Easter is actually the holiest day in the Catholic/Christian faith).

By playing on emotions – the most potent tool in the Progressive arsenal – and painting those who hold true to their religious beliefs as being “un-inclusive,” “intolerant of others,” and “insensitive” for their wont that Christmas include the idea of the Christ Child, Christianity and Judeo-Christian ethos, i.e. The Nativity in the public square; Christmas Carols that feature Christian lyrics; and even merchants saying the salutation “Merry Christmas” for its root word of “Christ,” Progressives aim to “shame” the truly tolerant and inclusive (any true understanding of Christianity reveals that Christians, and not Progressives, are the truly tolerant and inclusive). By shaming or making the majority of Americans “uncomfortable” for the accusations of intolerance and insensitivity, Progressives aim to force an abdication of traditional American values and beliefs. In doing so they inch closer to their goal of expunging the notion of Natural Law from the societal and then governmental lexicons, successfully achieving elitist, oligarchic and totalitarian control over the defining of rights, the common good, and the role of government in our lives.

To wit, this is not a “war on Christmas,” as Bill O’Reilly would say. This is a war on the very notion of the existence of God.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

A Christmas Prayer for the World’s Children

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CHAMPAIGN, Ill., Dec.16, 2013 /Christian Newswire/ — In rural Brazil, a group of mothers met for a health class. The missionary was talking about diarrhea. If not treated, the baby loses fluids and the soft spot on the baby’s head sinks in. One mother offered: “That happened to my baby in the morning and she was dead at night.”

Is there anyone hoping to make a child happy this Christmas morning who doesn’t grieve with this mother in Brazil? But what can anyone do about a problem so overwhelming?
empty tomb, inc., thinks Christians need not get overwhelmed. Instead, they can get organized.
The first step, according to empty tomb, inc., is for readers of this press release to say a special Christmas prayer for the children around the world who are facing deathly conditions.
The prayer: May church leaders in the U.S. help millions of children around the world who will die if no one cares enough to get organized.
The answer to this prayer will probably involve at least one church leader calling one other church leader to get things moving.
Fact 1: One of the largest identity groups in the U.S. is “Christian.” Perhaps 150-220 million Americans choose that label, according to different sources.
Fact 2: Church networks and Christian nonprofits are already on the frontlines where the children are dying. No new distribution systems are needed to help the children. These groups already on the frontlines need more money to help more children.
Fact 3: Timely help can make a big difference. For example, Figure 24 of The State of Church Giving through 2011 (23rd edition, 2013) shows before and after photos, 11 days apart, of the difference frontline treatment made for a seven-month old baby (see below for link).
Fact 4: World leaders set the goal in 1990 and again in 2000 to reduce the number of deaths due to preventable poverty conditions in children under age 5. The goal target date is 2015. However, progress was behind schedule as the deadline approaches. As a result, in 2014, the story of the baby in Brazil will be repeated an estimated 2.3 million times around the world. In fact, two of the biggest killers are diarrhea and pneumonia.
Fact 5: According to estimates, an additional $5 billion a year could help close the gap between the number of children dying now and the goal number set by world leaders. $5 billion a year is a lot of money. But power results when each Christian does a little and it’s then put together.
Idea: Church leaders could ask 100 million of the Christians in the U.S. to give $50 a year more, through their own churches or Christian organizations of their choice, to help reach the goal of reducing child deaths.
Question: Who can mobilize 100 million Christians for the common purpose of helping to keep more children from dying? Christians are in many different churches, working through many different distribution systems. Yet, if more Christians could get the big picture, they could unleash power through their oneness. They could help these children in Jesus’ name by each donating $50 a year through their own distribution channels. But who will ask them to do that?
Answer: A movement to keep more children from dying could start with one church leader making a phone call to one other church leader. Church leaders write lots of books and go to many conferences. However, this movement needs to move from the idea stage to the real stage. And things happen because people talk to each other. So, to start, one church leader has to believe Jesus’ promises enough to pick up the phone and talk to one other church leader about this idea.
Who is that church leader who will make the first phone call to get the ball rolling? There are some possible candidates. God may choose someone not on the “dream team” that empty tomb named in The State of Church Giving through 2011. Still, the people on that list have already shown themselves to be national leaders of influence. They include:
Bill Hybels, pastor of Willow Creek, South Barrington, Illinois, sponsor of the annual Global Leadership Summit, and board chair of the Willow Creek Association.
Franklin Graham, president of Samaritan’s Purse and also the Billy Graham Association.
Richard Stearns, president of World Vision U.S.
Timothy Cardinal Dolan, Archbishop of New York, past president of the National Conference of Catholic Bishops, and past chair of the board of Catholic Relief Services.
Wesley Granberg-Michaelson, former general secretary and currently serving as associate for ecumenical relations, of the Reformed Church in America, and a founding energy in Christian Churches Together.
Eileen Lindner, former Associate General Secretary for Christian Unity in the office of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the U.S.A. General Secretary, and NCC Deputy General Secretary and Director of Research and Planning; currently editor of the Yearbook of American and Canadian Churches.
Samuel Rodriquez, president of the National Hispanic Christian Leadership Conference.
Rick Warren, pastor of Saddleback Church in Orange County, CA, having written about the “five giants” of global need.
Representatives from two other parts of the body of Christ in the U.S. would be very important in such a movement. Those two parts are:
African-American Protestants. One nationally visible leader is T.D. Jakes. Another possibility would be a representative from the Conference of National Black Churches.
The Orthodox Church. Because of its structure, it may be appropriate to contact His All Holiness Bartholomew, Archbishop of Constantinople, for a recommendation, if it is not clear from other ecumenical settings who would be a likely leader located in the U.S.
More background and the church member giving and membership research behind these ideas are available in The State of Church Giving through 2011. Chapter 8 of that book is available for download at www.emptytomb.org/leadershelpchildren.html, including the baby photos.

YES, VIRGINIA, SANTA IS WHITE!

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The left is outraged that Megyn Kelly, a right-wing conservative nutjob who works at FOX, shows her ignorance by claiming that Santa Claus is white.

Sure, let’s skew history to make the “progressives” feel better. Unfortunately, you can’t change truth just because it makes you feel bad.

A young lady recently wrote a piece describing how Santa, being white, made her feel bad and alienated her from the other kids because she was black. Well, we can’t change the truth and no matter what, we will never make everyone feel good.

There are many stories about the origin of “Saint Nick.” He might have been a Turkish, Greek, or Nordic Bishop Nicholas, a Christian (a bunch of ACLU lawyers heads just exploded!) Bishop Nicholas later became Saint Nicholas because of the many miracles attributed to him.

The Bishop apparently paid the dowry of three young ladies from the same family to keep them from being sold into prostitution and slavery. He also saved three men from being put to death and was known for gift-giving in all forms. After he died on December 6th, sometime in the 300’s A.D., a tradition of gift-giving started in celebration of his life.

Kids would put their cleaned out shoes by their beds at night to see what Saint Nick had brought them that night. Saint Nick and the gift-giving went through many gyrations over the years, but the transformation from Saint Nick to Santa Claus, his large size, red suite and red cheeks didn’t happen until he came to America. The legend we know today and all that goes with it has been piled on by retailers over the years.

The reality is that the man who was Santa was white. And if he was actually from Turkey, he might have had olive colored skin.

A young child feels bad because she is black and Santa is white? Who taught her that white people can’t or don’t love blacks, Asians, brown skin, or whatever term you want to use? What a great way to keep racism alive in America. To coin a phrase from another well-known Joe, “what a bunch of malarkey!”

Yes, Virginia, Santa is most probably white. And guess what? He delivers presents to kids of all colors, sizes, shapes, and languages, in all countries and of all faiths. Yes, believe it or not, Christians aren’t the only ones who celebrate Christmas. Yes, Virginia, he loves all kids and all peoples. Progressives, get over yourselves and stop spreading division!

Now, as for Jesus Christ, that’s another issue. Jesus is not black, nor white. He probably had deep olive-colored skin. Jesus was a Jew and in His day the Jews in that area were not quite brown, not quite white. But, He was not black. And what does His skin color matter anyway?

When it comes to Christ, He came for all. Color doesn’t matter, size doesn’t matter, IQ doesn’t matter. He came to save all. He loves all. And what have we done to our children when the thing that bothers them the most is the skin color of a “role model” or “famous person?”

What’s next? The Easter Bunny? The Great Pumpkin? Can we please lighten up and help our kids understand that not everything that’s uncomfortable is bad? Pull the good from the situation and enjoy it.

Guess what Virginia? If you have to have a black-skinned role model, you have many to choose from! Ask your Mommy and Daddy to sit on the couch and show them to you. Martin Luther King, Jr., Rosa Parks, Booker T. Washington, and Colin Powel, to name a few.

Yes, Virginia, Santa is most likely white, and it’s ok because skin color is not what matters. The love, the sharing, and the joy that this Christmas season brings is what matters and that comes in all colors.

Twisted version of the Bible story told from a pro-homosexual perspective

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This is a press release from Christian Newswire regarding a protest over a play in Dallas, Texas.

While it is certain most readers on this site will agree that this is blasphemous, those very same readers are the most vigilant proponents for the 1st Amendment- Free Speech, AND, Freedom of Religion.

John Ritchie, the organizer for the peaceful protest, had this to say about the play:

“One word describes the indecent play: blasphemy. Blasphemy is not free speech. Defamation is not artistic expression.”

What is your take on this? Is Mr. Ritchie correct? Does this cross the line? Is this just more of the slippery slope we are going down at break-neck speed in this country? Or is is it simply a 1st Amendment issue?

Here is the complete article:

DALLAS, Dec. 7, 2013 /Christian Newswire/ — Protesters will gather at the intersection of Turtle Creek Blvd. and Lemmon Ave. near the Kalita Humphreys Theater in Dallas, Texas, on December 8 at 1:00 PM to oppose Paul Rudnick’s play, The Most Fabulous Story Ever Told.

“One word describes the indecent play: blasphemy,” stated John Ritchie, spokesman for The American Society for the Defense of Tradition, Family and Property (TFP), the group calling for peaceful protest.

“Blasphemy is not free speech,” Ritchie said. “Defamation is not artistic expression.”

“The Most Fabulous Story Ever Told is a twisted version of the Bible story told from a pro-homosexual perspective and doesn’t belong in any theater,” Ritchie explained. “It begins with scenes of ‘Adam and Steve’ expelled from a Garden of Paradise with full frontal nudity and ends with the Blessed Mother portrayed as a lesbian. This immoral and defamatory play drags the pure and immaculate reputation of the Mother of God into the mud of unnatural vice.”

“As most Americans prepare to celebrate Christmas, the Kalita Humphreys Theater is going out of its way to attack the Mother of God. Not only does this gravely offend her Son Jesus Christ, but it also wounds countless Catholics who regard the Virgin Mary as their own mother,” Ritchie continued. “For decades the homosexual movement has been calling for more and more tolerance. However, there’s nothing so intolerant as blasphemy.”

“To attack anyone’s mother is just wrong, but it’s even worse when the attack is directed against such a blameless and pure figure as the Virgin Mary, then flaunted on stage as a work of so-called ‘art.’ I reject this play with every fiber of my soul,” Ritchie said, “and I invite fellow Catholics to join me for an act of public reparation this Sunday, which will include the recitation of the rosary.”

In 2006, the TFP organized over 2,000 protests at theaters nationwide against the movie The Da Vinci Code.

Annual Live Nativity to be Staged in Front of Supreme Court and US Capitol

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WASHINGTON, Dec. 2, 2013 /Christian Newswire/ — Faith and Action, a Christian outreach to top elected and appointed officials in Washington, DC, will stage its annual Live Nativity on Capitol Hill, with stops in front of the Supreme Court and US Capitol buildings, tomorrow morning, Tuesday, December 3, at 10:00 AM to approximately 11:00 AM.

The procession of costumed actors and live animals, including a camel, donkey, and sheep, will begin at the Faith and Action ministry center, located immediately behind the Supreme Court at 109 2nd St, NE, Washington, DC 20002, and continue north on the east side of 2nd Street, cross Maryland Avenue to Constitution Avenue, continue west along the north side of Constitution, turn left, or south at First Street, continue south on the east side of First, pause momentarily in front of the Court, then continue until the Capitol Dome is visible behind the procession, passing the Library of Congress Jefferson Building and making a left onto Independence / Pennsylvania Avenue where we proceed east, then a left onto 2nd Street heading north returning to 109 2nd Street, where it will come to rest in a living tableau of the Bethlehem scene in the Faith and Action ministry center garden.

Police officers on bicycles, foot, and in vehicles will escort the group for safety purposes.

The Reverends Rob Schenck, Patrick J. Mahoney and other clergy will preside. Rev. Schenck will read portions of the account of the first Christmas from the Gospel of St. Luke along the processional route. Gospel recording artist Nathan Kistler of Connelly Springs, North Carolina, will perform at the beginning and the end of the program.

Do Kids Still Appreciate Gifts?

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Ah…an unexpected consequence of social media is that now we all know, within minutes, what our teens think of anything that happens in their life. This week it was the response to their holiday gifts.

When did it change that presents offered were no longer seen as gifts but items requested and expected? When did parents stop teaching children to be grateful and allow them to instead place demands on us? Has society changed so much? Is this a generational problem or is it just that our teens now feel free to express themselves to the public in ways that might not have been acceptable in the past?

Watch this clip and let me know what you think. Call me old fashioned but if one of my kids wrote (or said) something with such a lack of appreciation those presents would find themselves back at the store and my credit card reimbursed.
 

 
PS The model above posed for this photo and has never been unappreciative of any gift…well, except for the tin of sardines that always showed up in her travel bag.

Because of a Child

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Do you ever get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holidays? Spending too much money? Stressed with all the family? Not enough time to get everything done? Sometimes its good to take a few minutes and remember why this day is special to so many across the world.

Because of a child.

Please allow me to share a short story with you today. It does not solve all the world’s problems. It doesn’t buy the rest of your gifts, nor solve the seating issue at the Christmas table. But you’ll like it.

Every year my husband spends hours, even days embellishing our front yard with Christmas ornaments. Over the years he has collected enough unique decorations to have several little theme areas. His personal favorite manger scene, an old fashioned plastic set, that use giant light bulbs and light up to show now faded Mary, Joseph, the Wise Men, and Baby Jesus. These were passed down to him by my parents when they decided it was too darn cold in the snow to put up decorations. Each year Bob would build a lean-to covered with palm fronds trimmed from his sister’s tree and carefully place all the characters at center stage.

Every year people from all around drive down our street to look at the scenes. But not everyone admires the holiday spirit. One year someone knocked everything over, tangling and pulling all the cords creating a giant mess. And they stole Baby Jesus.

The next year Bob determined to put his decorations out again decided he wouldn’t let hate ruin his Christmas. But he couldn’t find a replacement for his Baby Jesus so the manger was left empty. We didn’t worry about it; there were still plenty of other things to look at in the yard.

Until the day a small girl about four or five walked down with her father. Like other children she was in awe of the lights, the giant Frosty…the penguins skating. But then she saw the manger scene. (Bob was working in the yard, fixing some broken bulbs and watched her.) The little girl tugged on daddy’s sleeve and whispered. After a short conversation the man approached Bob. He said his daughter wondered where Jesus was so Bob told him the story of the thieves and the man explained it to his daughter. After a few minutes they walked away.

100_0787But about ten minutes later they reappeared. Little girl with her favorite doll in hand. After some encouragement from her dad she caught Bob’s attention. She did not think the manger set was complete without a baby and offered her doll to lie in the manger until Christmas. What could my husband do? He had never had such a wonderful and generous offer. Of course. And her special doll stayed until it was time to take down the decorations.

In continuing years we still put a doll in the manger. We are reminded of the true meaning of Christmas.

Because of a child.

 

 

A Time To Mourn – Even During Christmas

All Christmas’ are joyous.
Gods gift to man, celebrated.

Not just a baby in a manger…
But Good Will.

A hand of good will from a Good God, extended toward needy man in the most sacrificial expression this earth will ever know.

Love made tangible.
A quiet miracle birthed in an obscure place, yet celebrated even so, with angelic fanfare to humble shepherds.

Christmas.
It’s Christmastime.

But this year…our nation suffered a devastating blow.
We were not punched in our gut. We were not kicked in our sides.

We were raped savagely of our joy.
Our young ones – our innocent babies – were brutally, cruelly, yanked out of our grasps.

We were powerless to stop the insane mind that attacked them and he ripped into their little sweet bodies with bullets that were crafted with intent to stop evil men, not tear down young ones on the threshold of life.

This year, we will again celebrate the birth of Christ on December 25th.
Evil does not stop Good.

But our brothers and sisters of Sandy Hook mourn.
Gifts under trees will remain unopened, just as the eyes that would have sparkled with delight will also remain unopened.

Beds are not slept in.
Breakfast dishes are not left in the sink.
Shoes remain on the floor; there are no little toes to fill them.

Closets full of Christmas splendor that were meant to adorn little spindly frames will now retain their contents.

And mothers and fathers will wake to hearts of stone; no appetite, eyes clouded with pain, and arms aching with emptiness.

No voices at five a.m. to wake them up too early.
No one bounding upon the bed, or down the stairs.
No laughter.

No laughter because there are …
No children.

Celebrations continue all over our nation. Music plays through unseen speakers over our heads while Santas in the mall pose for one more snapshot.
But not for everyone.

A shadow hangs over our land.
This wound is deep.
We bleed still.
Christmas Day will come, and you will be tempted to put the thoughts of their suffering out of your mind so that you can enjoy what is before you.
That is human nature.

I adjure you most urgently: Ignore it.
Ignore that urge and walk to a quiet place, lifting those parents up in prayer as if you were praying for your own shattered heart.

It’s okay to cry on Christmas.
It’s okay to feel sad sometimes.

There is time to mourn.
Do not let them mourn alone.

They need your prayers.
Our prayers.

This Christmas as you celebrate, you will feel a small shadow pass between the brilliant sunlight of your own joy and its source.

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It is the grief of your brothers and sisters of Sandy Hook.
It wafts through the atmosphere of our nation.

When you become aware of it, acknowledge it, and then acknowledge them – in prayer.

Take them to the One who has vowed that He will not leave our souls desolate.
Implore Him to help them recover, and then leave them in his care.

To see one who suffers, and feel sad, is not enough.
Do what you know you can do.
In this way, we love one another.
We are one nation under God.
Their suffering is our own.

Do not be afraid to feel sad on Christmas; rather, channel those emotions into something that will help them heal.

Remember with them…
Stand with them in spirit…
Mourn with them…

It is difficult.
It is painful.
It costs.
It is True Love.
And it is crucial for our nation’s healthy recovery.

Merry Christmas.

Leah

For tangible demonstrations of support:
If you wish to make a donation by check, please send to:

‘My Sandy Hook Family Fund’
c/o Wells Fargo Bank
26 Church Hill Road
Newtown, CT 06470

Christmas At The Gas Station

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This is one of those Facebook “shares”…. in fact, you may have read it before. While I cannot take credit for writing it, this is a great reminder of what we are celebrating.

May God bless each of you, and Merry Christmas!

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The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.” “Not without something hot in your belly.” George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty. Stew … Made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”

Just at that moment he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. “You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.
“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ‘em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ol truck has brand new .” George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.

“Those tires ain’t gonna get ‘em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”
The phone was dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.”

George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked. “None for me,” said the officer. “Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.

“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”

The young man was confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!”

The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”
He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter away.”

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”

George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.” “Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”

“GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued. “Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.”
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, “Why?”

Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”

“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.”

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day.”

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”

“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your family.”

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”

“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”
“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”
“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”

The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.

“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”

The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”

George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”

Merry Christmas!!

The Pride Of An Army Veteran

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us_armyI had to stifle a giggle with what I was seeing. It was truly one of the cutest and most odd things I have ever witnessed in my life.

I was leaving the grocery store, and as I walked across the parking lot, I saw an elderly gentleman standing beside his shiny black car. I could not quite tell what he was doing at first, though it was obvious he was intent on something very important. As I got closer, I saw that he was dusting his car off with a feather duster! This struck me as hilarious, and I struggled to stifle my giggle as I passed, watching him painstakingly clean any speck of dirt he could find from his beauty.

When I got behind his car, I saw his license plate. My heart skipped a beat with pride and gratitude as I realized that he is an Army Veteran.

No wonder he takes such pride in his belongings! He does not take for granted the many things we as a nation see as every day things. His car was not brand new… newer, but not brand spanking new. But you would never know it by the looks of it, or the great care he took to keep it looking nice and shiny!

As I backed out of my parking spot, I rolled my window down and thanked him for his service to this great nation. I wish you could have seen the gleam in his eyes as he tipped his head at me, nodded and smiled, as he said, “You are most welcome!” I wished him a Merry Christmas, to which he returned the Merry Christmas greeting heartily to me. What a great nation we live in! Sadly, too many of us take it for granted, and sit idly by as our freedoms slip quickly away from us.

This man has not forgotten what he fought for. I will never forget his beautiful, twinkling eyes, so alive and proud, even in his elder years!

The War on Christmas – First Amendment Style

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With Christmas now less than two weeks away, the attacks on Christmas and the first amendment are in full swing – this is nothing really out of the norm in modern America.

The Christmas tree is now the “Holiday Tree”, and you are no longer allowed to display your nativity scene without some Athiest group filling a lawsuit because it offends them.

This is where I draw the line, and I am glad that Bill O’Reilly has too.

Celebrating Christmas was a staple of American culture. But now, if you celebrate Christmas you are not being tolerant of others feelings, concerns, or religions.

This is more than wrong and it is just not rational.

What hurts just as bad as Christmas and Christianity being demonized, is the first amendment is always used as the lefts’ argument against Christmas. “Separation of Church and State,” they will always say.

But let’s get one thing right: Legally, there is no such thing as separation of church and state. It completely doesn’t exist. The first amendment reads:

“..Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of a religion, nor preventing the free exercise thereof..”

I didn’t see the Separation of Church and State Clause, did you?

The first amendment doesn’t say anything about Ten Commandments in the public square, nativity scenes on public property, or even that the government cannot favor a particular religion. The first amendment clearly says that Congress cannot establish a religion.

But, what does this mean?

This means that Congress cannot make a law declaring Christianity the official religion of the United States, and if you don’t openly practice Christianity you could be prosecuted for treason.

However, this also means that Congress and governmental level cannot tell a man that he cannot openly practice his religion, even if it means having a nativity scene, a Christmas Tree, or displaying the Ten Commandments.

The actual meaning of the first amendment has long been lost in translation, and most Americans don’t actually know what the first amendment says, nor what it means.

If I told the average American that there is no “Separation of Church and State Clause,” they would probably argue to the death with me that there is such a thing.

I am absolutely tired and more than disgusted with people who infringe on my rights given to me by our founding fathers, because they think I’m infringing on theirs.

But let me ask a question.

If having a nativity scene in a public square infringes on your rights because you aren’t a Christian, does it not infringe on my rights to not be able to have it placed there? If you don’t like it, go ahead and place your Buddha statue or crescent moon next to it, and I’ll shake your hand and call you my fellow brother.

The Progressive left, I think, is doing the absolute opposite of the first amendment.

I think they are trying to demonize all Christians, and establish a Secular Humanist religion in America. But that’s just me, what do I know?

America used to be the land of the free, and home of the brave. Now we are America the land of the lawsuit, and home of the coward. It’s sickening.

I hope we can rediscover the true meaning of the first amendment and Christmas for that matter. Those are two long lost things that used to make American exceptional.

Merry Christmas and God Bless you!

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