My Favorite Time of the Year

I love all of the holidays, but Christmas is my favorite. It makes me sad that so many people forget that it's a celebration of the birth of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Some will argue that it isn't even His real birthday. That's true. Nobody knows when Jesus was born. Some believe it was in the spring or summer. That could be true.

Many argue that our beloved Christmas traditions are of pagan origin. That's also true. The newly converted Christians didn't want to give up their colorful and festive holiday traditions.

The church was wise enough to to see the problem and offer a solution. They started a new holiday close to the old, to honor the birth of Jesus, as told in the books of Matthew and Luke in the New Testament of the Bible. They gave new meanings to old symbols and customs. They named it Christs Mass. The people embraced the new holiday and many of us celebrate it still today.

Many people want to reduce it back to a pagan holiday. They have forgotten what we are celebrating. Even worse, they aren't teaching their children what Christmas is really all about.

This year I'm making an effort to incorporate Christ into all of the activities I do with my grandchildren.

Last week we made snowmen from egg cartons. I explained that the white snow represent the purity of Christ. The round snowballs represent the never ending love of God for his children.  The coal represents how powerful our God is. The carrot represents how God provides for our needs. The hat represents that God should always be on top. He should be the most important thing in our lives. The broom symbolizes how Jesus wants to sweep our sins away. The open arms show how Jesus is always ready to welcome us.

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