Christmas woes

Well, first of all, my sister got set back in her Navy training. She should have been home a few days from now, but she failed one of her tests, plus she fractured her leg. My mom's been crying, which is probably the worse thing. I hate it when people cry, especially when I know there's nothing I can do about it.

Second...this whole season bothers me. Don't get me wrong, I love love love the music...a good bit of it anyway. But all the trees and Santa and mistletoe, especially the time of year we celebrate the birth of the Messiah...it bothers me. I know my heart, and I don't think it would matter what time of year I celebrate His birth...BUT the fact that someone in the past decided to celebrate it at the same time the pagans celebrate the birth of the sun god is leading people away from the truth. Pagans say, "You know those Christians are a bunch of liars," tell them the truth, and then the majority of those people consider the Gospel a sham. It bothers me. I find no more joy in celebrating this time of year. I don't knock on anybody else, and as much as I'd like to tell my grandparents not to give me money, they wouldn't listen to me. They didn't when I told them not to give me money for offering.

Anyway, I'm not trying to preach or anything, but I think we need to change. I think Christians, for the sake of all people everywhere, should find a more accurate time to celebrate the birth of Messiah. My Jewish friends said they think He was born in September or October. I'll have to find the article on that and copy it for you guys in the next few days.

But anyway...I hope I didn't make anybody mad. But if I did...oh well.