Christmas and Christianity in the Modern Culture

Christmas and Christianity in the Modern Culture
by The Liberty Alliance

As our nation continues to drift into a state of secular monotony that guarantees that nobody is offended (unless you are a Christian), we are again witnessing many retailers deciding to abolish “Christmas” in favor of the “holiday season.”

Because Jesus Christ — the Son of God who came to earth to save us — does not meet contemporary criteria for “diversity” and “multiculturalism,” the day that bears His name is becoming increasingly unacceptable. And yet these retailers that want to take advantage of the Christmas tradition of gift giving have become painstakingly opposed to the mere mention of “Christmas.”

I certainly understand that Christmas has become largely plagued by consumerism in our modern culture. Nevertheless, I find it troubling that secularist engineers are recklessly encouraging American companies to sweep the term under the rug because it might be offensive to a few people.

Three Things

Three things in life that, once gone, never come back:

Time
Words
Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person:

Anger
Pride
Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose:

Hope
Peace
Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable:

Love
Family & Friends
Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain:

Fortune
Success
Dreams

Three things that make a person:

Commitment
Sincerity
Hard Work

Three Things that are Truly Constant:

Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit

I ask the Lord to bless you, to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way.

God’s Love is Always with You. God’s Promises are True.

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.