Christmas Stinks

“I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.” Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”
Luke 2:8-14 (NLT)

It’s the season of year we celebrate the day human history changed forever, when the divine intersected with the mundane. God came to man, the fulfillment of a promise millennia in the making. It’s Christmas, the time of the year that by all rights should fill us with the most joy, glory, humility, and warmth… and yet some just want it to be over. As. Soon. As. Possible. That’s right… hard as it may be to believe, some people think Christmas just plain stinks.

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m guilty of sometimes thinking that Christmas is more trouble than it’s worth. Depends on the year, really. One year I’ll revel in the hot-cocoa-and-evergreens-and-jingle-bell joy of it all, and the next, I’ll be tearing down the tinsel by noon on December 25. And to be fair, it’s not the Little Baby Jesus part of Christmas that tightens my jaw and leaves me cold. It’s all the other stuff that this world has piled on top of it—the constant rush, the endless pleas to buy buy BUY, the radio stations that start playing carols on Labor Day. Let’s just be honest: all that stuff? It stinks.

Deep down in your heart of hearts, whether or not you’ll openly admit it, you know you can relate. When you watch A Christmas Carol and you find yourself sympathizing with Ebenezer Scrooge—the scowling, “Bah! Humbug!” Scrooge, not the grinning, Tiny-Tim-on-his-shoulder Scrooge—you know Christmas is starting to get to you. So for those of you who cringe at the sound of children’s choirs and get migraines from blinking lights, I offer this week of scriptural antidotes to the seasonal poison coursing through your veins.

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