For some reason, people find it necessary to pollute or morph Christian holidays/holy days with fictitious characters that completely detract from the true meaning of the day. Jesus stated that we would be persecuted for his sake and, I guess, that is the cross that Christians must bear. But why do we allow a fat elf in a red suit or a bunny with colored eggs dominate the day? To tell me that it is innocuous is to defile your believes in GOD. He is not to be replaced or substituted with anything else. Kids having both religious and a pseudo-secular meaning of the day only confuses the child and misrepresents the days strong impact on the being and soul. You, as a Christian, can’t afford to muddle the meaning in the mind of your children if they are to have a true religious understanding of the importance of GOD in their lives. Children learn things early and quick so don’t fool yourself or do you and your children a grave disservice. The day is being used by those that want to sell you needs, like candy, eggs for coloring, baskets and the like. The only need you have this day is to know Christ died for your sins and to be glad that you have salvation and a chance for eternal life. If you want a bunny to give you “things”, make a special day for it. Christians should always fight back to have this abomination removed from Easter. The only time a bunny fits into the occasion is if it happens to be on the supper menu. True Christians who know this bunny thing does harm, never adds it or replaces it for Jesus.. It’s all pretty cut and dried. I know the easter bunny can’t resurrect your soul. Do you know it?
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I will be traveling to see the grandbabies in a bit. Since my orders are NO ELECTRONIC DEVICES, I will be off the air for 4 days. On behalf of NVTH and its posters, we would like to extend a Christmas wish to all our readers. May your Christmas be safe and enjoyed with loved ones. May you achieve some inner peace in these trying times. Remember and help those who have need. May the soldiers of all branches be protected and given thanks for their unending sacrifice. And may GOD bless us all……everyone!
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
UPDATE: 3:40 pm and Sterling is getting a snow shower.
It’s Christmas time and the Salvation Army is tying its very best to hire bell ringers to collect for charitable needs. These are the people that will accept your change or just your best wishes and smile at you. They also help the most because of the Christians they are. But they do have a shortage of bell ringers here and other places. But this is just a small problem facing the SA.
There is an article here that shows how some may be annoyed by these people of peace.. Then there are the imposters trying to ruin the charity and the good it does.. And then you have the non-believers. This asshole had to repeat himself over again because he must feel the reader couldn’t “hear” what he typed. LOUD AND CLEAR IN BOTH EARS…….ASSHOLE! Atheists are obnoxious slugs, aren’t they?
If you thought you had problems, it is already evident in the numerous articles I have read that the Salvation Army is hurting in both recruits and donations. When they don’t have the means, others without the means suffer in their needs. Charity may end as we know it with the liberal Grinch eroding our society. Give what you can, when you can and wish all a Merry Christmas loudly and with a smile.
To quote a line from a movie, “Love means never having to say your sorry!” That is a bunch of crap but what do Yuppies/Preppies know. Now is your chance to say “I’m sorry” for that bad behaviour you have been eliciting for a while. Grovel, make amends, do those special little things that count and show your love. It’s about candy, flowers and affection–not “tommy guns”. By the way, make that trip to Starbucks and get that special drink for your loved one. They want your business today.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who is this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary; I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, “Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, my Corps.”
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, “Carry on Santa, It’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. “Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!”
I could not make this up even if I wanted to (actually, I could but it is always way better when it is REAL). This was necessary for all those people who WON’T be going to the White House while the Royal Family is vacationing in Hawaii. This phrase is what really warms my heart:
“I know for some of you, this holiday season will be tough,” she told some visitors. “But hopefully, it’s times like this that make you know that you live in a grateful nation, and that we are just so inspired by your sacrifice. And hopefully, this is a memory that will stay with you every holiday season.”
The boy left yesterday for the war zone. Mama’s not happy. ACT is not happy. And this bimbo is inspired by which of our sacrifices? Yes, this memory, along with many others, WILL stick with me right up to inauguration day 2013.
I couldn’t tell you. The trip over led me into 2 inspection traffic stops which I wholeheartedly applaud. I even told Capt. Ricky Frye that at the ceremony. Expecting to not find a parking spot 15 minutes before the scheduled beginning of ceremonies, I was sorely mistaken–plenty of parking to be had. Only 15 or so people were there and I figured it would be a low turnout. I talked to a few people and waited. And waited.
And waited. Although people continued to pour in, some supervisors were not on the scene as late as 7:30. Mama and I were getting too bored by that time and I had some Christmas shopping to do before a friendly gathering scheduled later. I guess the highlight of the ceremony for me was that I was standing at the door to the “kitchen” and those lovely ladies offered me FIRST the whores d’ ovaries that were being presented to the guest. And they were quite tasty. Other than that, I suspect others got out of it what they wanted. I know I sure did.
At our little gathering later, I found a host of people that enlarged our group and it was a pleasant time. They in turn informed me that it did actually go off eventually. I had wished that Barbara was able to join us but there will be other occasions. And, yes, I did get my Christmas gifts also. It was a good night for me all around. Sorry I don’t have pictures but the people there know what they look like and I suspect most people here do too. Now we shall wait for the games to begin.
