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The man, motionless, sagging as a weathered piece of wallpaper –
tearing from the top, hangs, hangs, hangs
from the blood-stained frame worn smooth from daily crucifixions.
With knees bent awkwardly to the left and arms outstretched and nailed to wood,
his chin rests upon his bloody chest as the body protrudes from the cross.
Dark, blood-stained eyes stare out upon a red-washed landscape,
scanning the world full of people, near and off in the distance, now and lives to come;
his breathing is labored, each exhale painful from bruised ribs
each inhale impossible from the weight of his limp body;
the man struggles, licks his parched lips and speaks…

Father… forgive them… for they… for they… do not know… what they do…

they hurt they do not know they do not comprehend
i love them you love them let me bear their pain their suffering
i beg you please take all their pain and place upon me I will endure
all who will hurt put their pain on me all their tragedies heartaches sufferings illnesses
the years will come and go but they will not change they will always be scared
IT HURTS   IT HURTS   IT     HURTS
my body is weak take away the hurt
i am SCARED
i am so afraid of dying father
so scared
i feel alone
will they ever understand why
will they
answer me
i just want them to love you
i just want them to love you
i just want them to know who i am
who i am who i am know who i am
to know how much you love them

The swell of bystanders murmuring, pointing, and snickering, at the man
relish in the festivities of Roman ringleaders as they gamble for his clothing.
But, as hours float away and the sun scorches the ground, the crowd, the man –
uninterested spectators wander away to tend to more pressing affairs.

forgive me if I have failed as i gave all I had
you lied
i hurt i am dying father FATHER F A T H EERRR

The man struggles to lift his head heavenward and screams
in a broken voice that could have been yelled by an eighty-year-old smoker.

My God… My God… why… Why! Why have you forsaken me!

no
no
no no  no    no         no      father i feel you here beside me
holding me loving me comforting me revealing to me let your will be done
I am terrified I must die I will carry their load suffer their sins
I will pay their debt let your will be done I love them you love them
I give all that I am all that I will be all that love offers
Let my suffering   my    suffering be their glory

Warm moist air pushes rain heavy clouds across the sky
casting the area into a dull lifeless masterpiece of gray.
The day has drifted into eternity.
With a smile on his lips and glimmer in his eyes
the Messiah, the Christ, the Savior lifts his head
forgive them for they do not know what they do – and speaks

Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.

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the rain tapping the glass
warm water on my face
the key starting the car
a drive on a rugged street
a child’s wave as I pass
my boss’ pat on the back
the job getting done
a cold sandwich for lunch
a paycheck to cash
my friend’s help when I need it
favorite song on the radio
the supper filling my belly
the moon in the sky
a cricket in the grass
my son’s hug when I’m tired
him telling me ‘I love you’
and kissing me goodnight

Once in the dark
I got a chance to speak.
“Thank you, God.  I love you too.”

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If you have not read part 1, you can find it here.

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The sun rose on another Christmas morning, and I still wonder why Christmas doesn’t feel the same to me. Of course, I gave excuses why Christmas has gone away, and to be honest, in an American sense, Christmas is disappearing. And all of that is probably due to the reasons I listed earlier.

But if Christmas is about God, and I believe it is, no matter what someone might claim as a mere commercial holiday, so if Christmas is about God, then it cannot be destroyed, it cannot go away, and it cannot be blocked by courts or politicians in an office. As the Grinch learned that fateful Christmas morning, Christmas, perhaps, is a bit more than packages and presents and roast beast.

So what it ultimately comes down to is that we make Christmas what we want it to be. For me, I thought writing this would help me find another reason why the Christmas spirit has disappeared, but I didn’t find anything – no Scrooge or Grinch moments. I have to live with the Christmas that I have been dealt, and don’t get me wrong, it is not a bad one. I have a great job and a beautiful house. That means it is just me.

So on this Christmas morning, I pray that you keep Christmas close to your heart. People can try and remove Christ from Christmas, but as long as you keep him in your heart, we can live in a world without Christmas trees, nativity scenes, and Christmas songs. Our relationship with God cannot be removed. He will always be there. Love him. Love your family, your friends, your neighbors, and all brothers and sisters on this wonderful planet we call home.

God bless you.

Wade

Image borrowed from here.

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If you have not read part 1, you can find it here.

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I sit here the night before Christmas, listening to The Little Drummer Boy, which in my opinion is the best Christmas song and is certainly my favorite. For me, it exemplifies Jesus’ true message; a poor boy with nothing physically to give, gives all that he has – his heart and soul. And this song provides the perfect segue into what I wanted to cover. Where has Christmas gone?

God has been removed from Christmas.

Sure, Christmas started from a bunch of Pagan rituals, but over time the routines morphed into a Christian holiday. When that happened, it doesn’t matter because it happened, and that conglomeration of traditions became a holiday we use to celebrate the birth of Christ, even though we don’t know his birthdate. So you might be asking yourself, if God wasn’t a part of it in the beginning, then why worry if over recent years God has been shoved out of Christmas. (more…)

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One of my first memories of Christmas is in my backyard as a child, as the sun faded behind the houses in the neighborhood. A boy of maybe 5 or 6 years old, leaning back in a swing seat with my feet high in the air and my head hanging back so that I could see the sky through the pecan trees still clinging to some leaves, I remember the happiness just waiting for Santa Claus to arrive some time during the night. I searched the sky for that glowing nose, knowing that it was out there, somewhere, leading Santa to his destinations. At that moment, I remember grasping the concept of the world being very large – so large – that Santa could be out in that purple night sky and I couldn’t see him.

As a child I knew Christmas was about Jesus’ birth and Santa Claus coming to my house. During the younger years, it was more about Santa, but as years passed, I grew to love the celebration of the birth of our Savior. Then becoming a parent meant happiness was experienced seeing the smiles on my children’s face as they celebrated Christmas. I have to admit, that I have always loved Christmas and the way people seemed to transform into more loving humans, capable of spreading the goodness and happiness that saturated the world, at least the one around me. (more…)

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