Whenever I see the term X-mas I hate it. Not because I hate Christmas, but because it removes a very important part of Christmas.
X-mas removes me from Christmas. Me. I am awesome. I am one of the best things about Christmas. It says it right in the name, C-H-R-I-S-tmas. Christmas is all about me. And yet people want to remove me from Christmas. How dare they!
And why is Christmas all about me? Well, it’s got my name in it. But Christmas is the time of year when I rejoice because my Savior, Jesus Christ came down to Earth. That little baby went on to live a perfect life, die for me, be raised to life, and reconcile me. Me, he did it all for me.
But, he did exactly the same for everyone else. That includes you. Christ came to Earth to live a perfect life, die for everyone, be raised to life and reconcile everyone to the Father.
That’s C-H-R-I-S-T-mas. For you. For me. For everyone.
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