I read an article this week about the intrusion of technology in our lives. Not that we have miles of wires and gadgets running through our house, but the eyes that are watching us. There are traffic cameras, cameras in parking lots, stores, and malls (don’t text while you’re walking). It is even possible to step out in your front yard and have your picture taken by Google Maps. Did you know that when you tag a person’s picture on Facebook, Facebook runs a face recognition algorithm that identifies other pictures with the same image? Now you know how they get “Pictures of Paul”. Smart phones have censors in them that send out information about pictures that you take, so that brand new truck you just sent over the airwaves is available for any bad guy looking for some new wheels. It is enough to make you paranoid.
For a culture that demands privacy, we are one the most exposed societies in the world. We are abhorred when airport security pats us down, and then we take pictures of it and send it over the virtual highway. We would never want to be seen in our underwear in public, but if I can make one hundred grand on funniest home videos, hey, why not.
For those who know me I love technology. I love funny videos. I love showing pictures of my family to other people. And though I do not want my life available for the whole word to see, I have to say, I have nothing to be ashamed of. The reason for that is because I live my life knowing that there are eyes watching me; not the artificial eyes of an intrusive society, but the loving eyes of my heavenly Father.
Rev. 20:12 “And I saw the dead, the great and the small, standing before the throne, and books were opened; and another book was opened, which is the book of life; and the dead were judged from the things which were written in the books, according to their deeds.”
The term judged seems harsh and frightening. For those who don’t know the Father, like I do, standing before Him and being judged for their deeds should be a cause for fear. However, when you have trusted in Jesus Christ all sins are forgiven. He works in your life to produce fruits of righteousness, so that, when you stand before the Father to be judged all He sees is Jesus in you.
There are eyes watching, but they are loving eyes that want the best. The scriptures say that God works all things for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. For this reason, I will live my life in such a way that reflects my heavenly Father, who watches over me.
Proverbs 5:21—“For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the LORD,
And He watches all his paths.”
I'm Just Saying.....
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Greatest Civil Rights Leader Ever
Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It is a day set aside to honor a man who gave his life to non-violent protest against the discrimination of African Americans specifically and minority races in general. The 1960’s were a turbulent time where racial hatred permeated the American landscape, and sadly the American church. Not only were communities, schools, restaurants, and buses segregated but churches were as well. Even today Sunday morning is one of the most segregated times in America. We have come a long way since the death of Martin Luther King, Jr. but the feelings of racial divide can still run deep. Not every business or community celebrates the day equally, because for some it is merely a “Black” holiday and a frivolous way to spend the day. The heart is slow to change and discrimination and fear are hard to dislodge. We may not feel discrimination against blacks so prominently today but what about Arabs, Asians, Hispanics, or the French.
The greatest of all reformers wasn’t Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, or Rev. Tutu. For though they marched against injustice and won great victories, they could not change the heart. All they could do was change the moment. The heart will always default to self-protection and fear unless it is changed, and that change has to be radical.
God is in the business of changing hearts, and He promised to give us a new one (Ezekiel 11:19; 36:26). But heart change doesn’t come without a price tag. Sin has so corrupted our hearts that only major heart replacement can eradicate the problem. When God became flesh, in the person of Jesus, He did so for one purpose only—to take on himself the penalty of sin. Sin requires punishment from a just and holy God. Yet, God is also merciful, loving, gracious, and forgiving. Therefore, Jesus, God in the flesh, bore God’s wrath so we, who believe, would not have to endure God’s judgment. When we accept by faith God’s gift through Jesus we are filled with the Spirit and given a new heart. This new heart sees the world and people in a different way.
The Apostle Paul wrote this, “For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s descendants, heirs according to promise” (Gal. 3:26-29).
Jesus is the greatest civil rights activist the world will ever know because he has not changed just the moment but hearts for eternity. As believers in Jesus we are to carry this heart-changing message to all races, all genders, all socio-economic classes. Jesus levels the playing field because in him there is no difference in our standing before God. We are not to be arrogant about our “accident” of birth but reach out in love that we might all come together with one heart to give honor and glory to God through Jesus Christ.
I’m Just Saying….
The greatest of all reformers wasn’t Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, or Rev. Tutu. For though they marched against injustice and won great victories, they could not change the heart. All they could do was change the moment. The heart will always default to self-protection and fear unless it is changed, and that change has to be radical.
God is in the business of changing hearts, and He promised to give us a new one (Ezekiel 11:19; 36:26). But heart change doesn’t come without a price tag. Sin has so corrupted our hearts that only major heart replacement can eradicate the problem. When God became flesh, in the person of Jesus, He did so for one purpose only—to take on himself the penalty of sin. Sin requires punishment from a just and holy God. Yet, God is also merciful, loving, gracious, and forgiving. Therefore, Jesus, God in the flesh, bore God’s wrath so we, who believe, would not have to endure God’s judgment. When we accept by faith God’s gift through Jesus we are filled with the Spirit and given a new heart. This new heart sees the world and people in a different way.
The Apostle Paul wrote this, “For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s descendants, heirs according to promise” (Gal. 3:26-29).
Jesus is the greatest civil rights activist the world will ever know because he has not changed just the moment but hearts for eternity. As believers in Jesus we are to carry this heart-changing message to all races, all genders, all socio-economic classes. Jesus levels the playing field because in him there is no difference in our standing before God. We are not to be arrogant about our “accident” of birth but reach out in love that we might all come together with one heart to give honor and glory to God through Jesus Christ.
I’m Just Saying….
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Weddings and Babies
It is a fact of life that as you grow older time begins to stand still. That is, I don’t feel as if I am any older. It isn’t until I look in the mirror that I realize how the years have worn on me (that and the creek in my knees when I stand up). The passage of time, then, is measured not in how old I think I am but in the changes that occur in those around me; specifically my children. You have heard the expression, “They grow up so fast!” It’s true, but what makes you feel even older is when you are saying that about your grandchildren, and for some reason when you become a grandparent you look at children so much differently, but I digress.
This past week has been a joyous time as Steve, my middle son, proposed to his girlfriend, Jen. What is interesting is not that Steve was excited about proposing or Jen was excited about accepting, but that we as parents were thrilled with the whole idea in the first place. What is it about parents that we become as exhilarated as our children in the prospects of their betrothal? Is it because he will now be financially on his own (sorry son)? Is it that we can check off our to-do list “Child raised”? Or is it that somewhere down the line we will get a grandchild and carry on the Perkins legacy? For me I think it is because I know what it is to have enjoyed a loving relationship with my wife for over 30 years and look forward to seeing that kind of joy experienced by my son. I think it is because God has created us for this and the thought of seeing my son experience all that God has for him is a time of celebration. Plus, I like cake.
Another milestone of age progression is the fantastic news that my oldest Son and wife are having another baby! That’s right number two. Once again as we heard the news Rebecca squealed and I felt very proud (as if I had done something wonderful). It’s not that my granddaughter Eva is taking a back seat because I am always thrilled to visit with her on Skype, there is just something awesome about a new life coming into the world that makes grandparents turn to putty and show off pictures to people they don’t even know (not caring whether the people are interested or not). I don’t know about Rebecca but I am as intrigued, if not more so, with my granddaughter as I was with my own children (maybe it’s the age thing again and I just don’t remember). Again the question is begged, why? Is it because I get to adore, enjoy, and spoil without the repercussions? Is it because the Perkins name will be carried into the next generation? Or is it because this is what we have been created for, to reproduce the image of God for further generations; to raise up another generation of worshipers for our God?
The years have been good to Rebecca and I, and though my skin is dryer, I have more wrinkles, and my hair grayer I wouldn’t trade the past for the present for anything. The blessings that God has given us in our children, daughter-in-laws, and grandchildren bring us greater joy today than ever before. I still love to hold my wife’s hand and cuddle next to her on a cold night, but now I get to do it with the knowledge of God’s blessings on us and our family. I am content!
Ok David, Your up☺
This past week has been a joyous time as Steve, my middle son, proposed to his girlfriend, Jen. What is interesting is not that Steve was excited about proposing or Jen was excited about accepting, but that we as parents were thrilled with the whole idea in the first place. What is it about parents that we become as exhilarated as our children in the prospects of their betrothal? Is it because he will now be financially on his own (sorry son)? Is it that we can check off our to-do list “Child raised”? Or is it that somewhere down the line we will get a grandchild and carry on the Perkins legacy? For me I think it is because I know what it is to have enjoyed a loving relationship with my wife for over 30 years and look forward to seeing that kind of joy experienced by my son. I think it is because God has created us for this and the thought of seeing my son experience all that God has for him is a time of celebration. Plus, I like cake.
Another milestone of age progression is the fantastic news that my oldest Son and wife are having another baby! That’s right number two. Once again as we heard the news Rebecca squealed and I felt very proud (as if I had done something wonderful). It’s not that my granddaughter Eva is taking a back seat because I am always thrilled to visit with her on Skype, there is just something awesome about a new life coming into the world that makes grandparents turn to putty and show off pictures to people they don’t even know (not caring whether the people are interested or not). I don’t know about Rebecca but I am as intrigued, if not more so, with my granddaughter as I was with my own children (maybe it’s the age thing again and I just don’t remember). Again the question is begged, why? Is it because I get to adore, enjoy, and spoil without the repercussions? Is it because the Perkins name will be carried into the next generation? Or is it because this is what we have been created for, to reproduce the image of God for further generations; to raise up another generation of worshipers for our God?
The years have been good to Rebecca and I, and though my skin is dryer, I have more wrinkles, and my hair grayer I wouldn’t trade the past for the present for anything. The blessings that God has given us in our children, daughter-in-laws, and grandchildren bring us greater joy today than ever before. I still love to hold my wife’s hand and cuddle next to her on a cold night, but now I get to do it with the knowledge of God’s blessings on us and our family. I am content!
Ok David, Your up☺
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Disconnected
Modern technology is such a wonderful thing. You never know how much you use or need something until you don’t have it anymore. This past weekend I was working on my computer and closed it without turning it off. When I came back and opened the screen it didn’t come on. I did all the things that one does to a computer that won’t start; I checked the plug, the battery, and pressed the button 100 times thinking that the next push will certainly start my faithful computer—to no avail.
When it comes to a laptop there is nothing worse then one that won’t work. I drove from Aledo to Davenport on Saturday to see if the Nerd Herd could fix it only to find out that all they can do is send it to Apple and hope for the best. I told them I had a warranty but they weren’t an official Apple repair site and couldn’t help me. They did, however, refer me to Computer Evolution – they were certified. Hope at last – but not long lived. When we pulled up the bold OPEN sign was ominously dark, and just because it was New Years Day they were closed. Didn’t they know how serious the emergency was!
Two whole days I had to wait. Fortunately there were enough outside activities to keep me occupied, one being the trouncing the Packers gave the Bears on Sunday (had to mention that). Finally, Monday arrived and I drove all the way back to Davenport. The repairman tried to start it but his pushing the button didn’t result in any different affect. He said, “if you don’t have a warranty you might as well just replace the computer.” As he played with his computer he finally said, “Yes, your warranty is still good.” “Fantastic, when can you have it fixed?” “There are some Apple computers before yours, but 2 to 3 days when we get to it.” My Adam’s Apple must have been visible as I gulped.
So, today has been a rough day. I had to do everything by hand. I had to write with a pen, I had to do searches by flipping through books, and I had to go find a computer to send some emails out in order to communicate with my congregation. I still have a cramp.
When the phone rang I didn’t recognize the area code and let it go to voice mail, but I thought, “what if it were the Apple repair store.” I quickly listened to my mail—and it was!!!! My computer was fixed. Fortunately my son and his girlfriend were going to Davenport for dinner and they graciously said they would pick it up. I had a meeting last night and didn’t get to see my computer until I got home. It rests warmly on my lap as I type this blog like an old friend.
Being disconnected has been good because it has allowed me to appreciate the wonderful tool that my computer is and all that I can accomplish with it. One of the women in the church said it was good for me to be disconnected for a while and she was right. So once I finish this I will turn it off and give it a rest and spend the rest of the evening disconnected – maybe I will even read a book.
When it comes to a laptop there is nothing worse then one that won’t work. I drove from Aledo to Davenport on Saturday to see if the Nerd Herd could fix it only to find out that all they can do is send it to Apple and hope for the best. I told them I had a warranty but they weren’t an official Apple repair site and couldn’t help me. They did, however, refer me to Computer Evolution – they were certified. Hope at last – but not long lived. When we pulled up the bold OPEN sign was ominously dark, and just because it was New Years Day they were closed. Didn’t they know how serious the emergency was!
Two whole days I had to wait. Fortunately there were enough outside activities to keep me occupied, one being the trouncing the Packers gave the Bears on Sunday (had to mention that). Finally, Monday arrived and I drove all the way back to Davenport. The repairman tried to start it but his pushing the button didn’t result in any different affect. He said, “if you don’t have a warranty you might as well just replace the computer.” As he played with his computer he finally said, “Yes, your warranty is still good.” “Fantastic, when can you have it fixed?” “There are some Apple computers before yours, but 2 to 3 days when we get to it.” My Adam’s Apple must have been visible as I gulped.
So, today has been a rough day. I had to do everything by hand. I had to write with a pen, I had to do searches by flipping through books, and I had to go find a computer to send some emails out in order to communicate with my congregation. I still have a cramp.
When the phone rang I didn’t recognize the area code and let it go to voice mail, but I thought, “what if it were the Apple repair store.” I quickly listened to my mail—and it was!!!! My computer was fixed. Fortunately my son and his girlfriend were going to Davenport for dinner and they graciously said they would pick it up. I had a meeting last night and didn’t get to see my computer until I got home. It rests warmly on my lap as I type this blog like an old friend.
Being disconnected has been good because it has allowed me to appreciate the wonderful tool that my computer is and all that I can accomplish with it. One of the women in the church said it was good for me to be disconnected for a while and she was right. So once I finish this I will turn it off and give it a rest and spend the rest of the evening disconnected – maybe I will even read a book.
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Day After Christmas
"A Visit From St. Nicholas," (The Night Before Christmas) was published for the first time on December 23, 1823; because of his "mere trifle," as he called it, 175 years ago Clement Clarke Moore almost single-handedly defined our now timeless image of Santa Claus.”
Not only did this “mere trifle” change how we viewed Santa Claus, it also began to shape how we view Christmas. USA today published the “Reflections of the worlds oldest man on Christmas.” The world’s oldest man, at 114, is Walter Breuning of Great Falls, Montana. He has experienced 114 Christmas and this is what he had to say.
“Christmases never meant very much to our family. People never had no money. Sometimes you wonder why they spend so much money. But if they’ve got the money to do it, let ‘em do it. I still belong to the Methodist Church…I haven’t been to church for a few years. You can’t see, you can’t hear. I believe in all that (the after life). Yes, I imagine so. It’s possible, you know. Everything’s possible nowadays.”
After 114 years the message of the world is the same, “To have meaning at Christmas you have to have money to buy stuff.” It is sad that after all these years there is still a sense of meaninglessness about Christmas, even though “I believe in all that stuff.” It is now two days after Christmas and the world is gearing up for the New Year celebrations. How quickly we will forget that we had just sung carols extolling the wonders of God’s gift to the world. A friend of mine just posted on Facebook, “I am so glad the radio station has stopped playing Christmas music.” Christmas is a time of excess in gift buying and New Years a time of excess in partying. The world celebrates the two with equal value though with different energy.
I wonder what it was like the day after Christmas for Joseph and Mary. The angels had come the night before for celebration; the shepherds had come to worship and then moved into the streets with excitement retelling the news; and Mary was exhausted from giving birth and then with all the visitors. But the day after was not a time of rest. Joseph had to go and pay taxes. He might have had some money to get a small room for Mary to rest or they may have had to head straight back to Nazareth. Mary pondered these things in her heart, but I am sure the necessity of caring for a newborn afforded her little time of self-reflection. In the midst of the tedium of life the wonder of what God had done could have been easily forgotten.
I have now experienced 52 Christmases. With each passing year I struggle with the balance of worship and the emphasis on gifts. I enjoy the gifts and the giving, but I am so afraid that in the midst of it all the wonder of the story will be lost. My heart becomes heavy as I see people slip away from worship because they are so caught up in the gifts. I get a knot in my stomach hoping people will want to tell the story and then don’t. I stop and listen to people who want to find meaning but all they can say is, “I believe in all that, yes I imagine anything is possible these days.” Well, today I am going to stop and listen for the voice of angels singing. I am going reflect on God’s gift to a dark and lonely world. I am going to worship with thanksgiving for the light that has come into my life. I am going to be grateful for a loving Father who has lavished His love on my family and me and has blessed me with so much more then money can buy. That’s what I am going to do today.
I’m Just Saying…..
Not only did this “mere trifle” change how we viewed Santa Claus, it also began to shape how we view Christmas. USA today published the “Reflections of the worlds oldest man on Christmas.” The world’s oldest man, at 114, is Walter Breuning of Great Falls, Montana. He has experienced 114 Christmas and this is what he had to say.
“Christmases never meant very much to our family. People never had no money. Sometimes you wonder why they spend so much money. But if they’ve got the money to do it, let ‘em do it. I still belong to the Methodist Church…I haven’t been to church for a few years. You can’t see, you can’t hear. I believe in all that (the after life). Yes, I imagine so. It’s possible, you know. Everything’s possible nowadays.”
After 114 years the message of the world is the same, “To have meaning at Christmas you have to have money to buy stuff.” It is sad that after all these years there is still a sense of meaninglessness about Christmas, even though “I believe in all that stuff.” It is now two days after Christmas and the world is gearing up for the New Year celebrations. How quickly we will forget that we had just sung carols extolling the wonders of God’s gift to the world. A friend of mine just posted on Facebook, “I am so glad the radio station has stopped playing Christmas music.” Christmas is a time of excess in gift buying and New Years a time of excess in partying. The world celebrates the two with equal value though with different energy.
I wonder what it was like the day after Christmas for Joseph and Mary. The angels had come the night before for celebration; the shepherds had come to worship and then moved into the streets with excitement retelling the news; and Mary was exhausted from giving birth and then with all the visitors. But the day after was not a time of rest. Joseph had to go and pay taxes. He might have had some money to get a small room for Mary to rest or they may have had to head straight back to Nazareth. Mary pondered these things in her heart, but I am sure the necessity of caring for a newborn afforded her little time of self-reflection. In the midst of the tedium of life the wonder of what God had done could have been easily forgotten.
I have now experienced 52 Christmases. With each passing year I struggle with the balance of worship and the emphasis on gifts. I enjoy the gifts and the giving, but I am so afraid that in the midst of it all the wonder of the story will be lost. My heart becomes heavy as I see people slip away from worship because they are so caught up in the gifts. I get a knot in my stomach hoping people will want to tell the story and then don’t. I stop and listen to people who want to find meaning but all they can say is, “I believe in all that, yes I imagine anything is possible these days.” Well, today I am going to stop and listen for the voice of angels singing. I am going reflect on God’s gift to a dark and lonely world. I am going to worship with thanksgiving for the light that has come into my life. I am going to be grateful for a loving Father who has lavished His love on my family and me and has blessed me with so much more then money can buy. That’s what I am going to do today.
I’m Just Saying…..
Monday, December 20, 2010
Five More Days!
There are only 5 more days left before Christmas. And yes, I am still hoping to get an Ipad and a 42” flat screen LED with Logitech TV (google TV). But I am not going to be disappointed if they are not under the tree (which is the far greater possibility, if not certainty). For all the talk and pleas for specific Christmas gifts I am very well aware that Christmas isn’t about the gifts I receive or the gifts that I give. In fact if I had my druthers I would get rid of the gift giving all together and center totally on the celebration of Christ’s coming into the world.
The idea that December 25th is about the birth of Jesus, however, is becoming ever increasingly nostalgic. A USA TODAY/Gallup poll found that though 74% called Christmas “primarily” religious, less than 47% percent plan to attend a Christmas Eve service and only 28% will even tell the Christmas story from the Bible. The Nativity under the tree gets buried beneath the torn and discarded wrapping.
This decline in the importance of Christ in Christmas is disappointing if our hope is in the continuing idea that America is a Christian nation. But whatever America was the landscape has changed dramatically over the years. Our hope remains the same as it was on the first Christmas morning; that in the midst of a turbulent and troubled world God became man to identify with us and in the end provide a way for us to be a part of His Kingdom; His household; His family.
Peace on earth and good will toward men isn’t wishful thinking. It is a reality grounded in the sure promises of God and manifested in the person of Jesus. Peace with God where his goodness is toward man is the greatest of all hopes when we are faced with hurt, pain, and uncertainty. In the darkness there is light and it is a light for all people everywhere when Jesus was born.
In five days, before the gifts are open, take a moment and read again the promise and hope of God – The Christmas Story, the story of Jesus.
The idea that December 25th is about the birth of Jesus, however, is becoming ever increasingly nostalgic. A USA TODAY/Gallup poll found that though 74% called Christmas “primarily” religious, less than 47% percent plan to attend a Christmas Eve service and only 28% will even tell the Christmas story from the Bible. The Nativity under the tree gets buried beneath the torn and discarded wrapping.
This decline in the importance of Christ in Christmas is disappointing if our hope is in the continuing idea that America is a Christian nation. But whatever America was the landscape has changed dramatically over the years. Our hope remains the same as it was on the first Christmas morning; that in the midst of a turbulent and troubled world God became man to identify with us and in the end provide a way for us to be a part of His Kingdom; His household; His family.
Peace on earth and good will toward men isn’t wishful thinking. It is a reality grounded in the sure promises of God and manifested in the person of Jesus. Peace with God where his goodness is toward man is the greatest of all hopes when we are faced with hurt, pain, and uncertainty. In the darkness there is light and it is a light for all people everywhere when Jesus was born.
In five days, before the gifts are open, take a moment and read again the promise and hope of God – The Christmas Story, the story of Jesus.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Even Fiction Can Be Heartwarming
I recently posted a video called "Social Network Christmas". It was a very creative retelling of the Christmas story using facebook. It has been making its way around the facebook community with a verity of remarks. One, posted on my home page, has interested me. The gentlemen making the comment is a Universal Unitarian. He said, "even fiction can be heartwarming." Of course the statement in itself is true. The implication is that the story of Jesus' birth is fiction. Universal Unitarians run the gambit of belief, from atheists to theists. They claim to hold loosely the beliefs of people and accept with tolerance what others believe. I am not really sure why this particular man felt the need to make known his disbelief on someones wall with whom he is not even a friend. Yet, he felt the need to reveal his ignorance.
Even if you don't believe that Jesus is God become man, or that he died for your sins, or that his mother was immaculately conceived or that Jesus is God, the one thing that is undeniable -- Jesus is a historical figure. Of course one could deny it but then you would have to deny the the reality of other historical figures who have less historical evidence. But then again people who reject Christianity or the work of Jesus use a different logic than others or even the basis on which they hold their own beliefs.
If anything I have learned about people is that they will either follow or walk away from Jesus. There isn't any middle ground. It doesn't surprise me that there are those who reject the message of the gospel. Even Jesus, who lived, taught, and performed miracles was rejected by people. I don't take it personally; they aren't rejecting me, and their rejection of Jesus doesn't affect my beliefs or my eternal destiny. It is sad, though that their hearts are darkened at a time when the light of the world came so that all of us could come to know God through the forgiveness of our sins.
That's what Christmas is all about.
Even if you don't believe that Jesus is God become man, or that he died for your sins, or that his mother was immaculately conceived or that Jesus is God, the one thing that is undeniable -- Jesus is a historical figure. Of course one could deny it but then you would have to deny the the reality of other historical figures who have less historical evidence. But then again people who reject Christianity or the work of Jesus use a different logic than others or even the basis on which they hold their own beliefs.
If anything I have learned about people is that they will either follow or walk away from Jesus. There isn't any middle ground. It doesn't surprise me that there are those who reject the message of the gospel. Even Jesus, who lived, taught, and performed miracles was rejected by people. I don't take it personally; they aren't rejecting me, and their rejection of Jesus doesn't affect my beliefs or my eternal destiny. It is sad, though that their hearts are darkened at a time when the light of the world came so that all of us could come to know God through the forgiveness of our sins.
That's what Christmas is all about.
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