[Editor’s note: I wrote this piece, mostly in its entirety, on Christmas Day. But it needed to be cleaned up, and I had places to be and people to see, so it is finally getting published now. But hey – it’s before the New Year, and still in the Christmas celebratory period. Further, this is information that applies any time of the year, it is simply that we take time at Christmas to make a point to remember it.]
It’s Christmas and we are merry.
But why are we merry?
We are merry because God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
I work every single day of the year, and have done so for the best part of a decade. I always say, “I take Christmas off,” but I actually do not. I just only write one article on Christmas.
This is that article.
Instead of simply wishing you all a Merry, Merry Christmas, as I have for the last seven Christmases, I thought I would give a personal story about what the little baby born in Bethlehem means to me. Hopefully, we can all center ourselves, and remember that no matter how bad things get around us in this world, our own personal fulfillment is a choice that we make.
I forgot to fundraise this year. People who live on donations are supposed to fundraise at this time of year, because people feel more generous at this time of year.
Why did I forget to fundraise?
Well:
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