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War on Christmas? Sign This Minister Up. -:

Today, Christianity is the dominant culture. So, instead of story of a olive skinned middle-eastern, unwed, pregnant mother, who was seen as little more than property, giving birth to what the world would surely see as an illegitimate child who was wrapped in what rags they could find and placed in a smelly, flea infested feeding trough in the midst of a dark musky smelling animal stall… instead of that story, we end up with a clean, white skinned European woman giving birth to a glowing baby wrapped in impossibly white swaddling clothes and laid to rest in a manger that looks more like a crib than a trough in the midst of a barn that is more kept and clean than many of our houses.

So, “War on Christmas?,” sure sign me up. I'm pretty sure I'd prefer the elimination of what our modern “celebration” has become to the increasingly white-washed version we hear every year.

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Christmas is something you carry in your heart. It doesn't matter a whit what color the skin is, nor how large/small the barn, nor how clean/filthy the barn, nor what they wrapped the baby in when he arrived.

The story is about love. Impossibly huge love wrapped in impossibly white or impossibly filthy rags.... but still.... impossibly HUGE love.... for us. A gift from God, long promised, now delivered. Emanuel.

The fulfillment of so much. The unsettling of so many. The King of Glory. That little baby wearing whatever colored skin he had.

The rest.... i don't care how far off-base the trappings get. They are just trappings, and frankly, they have a role to play.

I don't care about the commercialism that runs rampant; we all know more than we want to know about the almighty dollar.

I don't care who says "Happy Holidays" and who says "Merry Christmas".

Because Christmas is about prophecies fulfilled and miracles. And yeah, we carry it in our hearts. And hopefully, some of it leaks out and spreads to those we interact with each day.

Merry Christmas, dear Joe. I love you.