A couple thousands of years ago, there was this guy that was born. Same way you and I were; under the stars (in one way or another), crying, probably hungry – no real magic here.
He grew up to be a bit of a hippie; had long hair, a beard, never wore socks and said some “interesting” (ie. bizarre) stuff. Some people Loved him, some people hated him. Ultimately, though, I think everyone eventually came to realize that he was a pretty good guy, all in all.
Regardless of if you agree with him or not, the fact remains that we all make a pretty big deal on his birthday. Not usually, out of his birthday, but definitely on his birthday – two different things. Nonetheless, homes made enough of an impact that we’re still talking about him those two thousand years later.
The reason for the season
There’s a fair bit of debate as to why this guy was here and what he did. Some believe it was his job to re-open the gates of heaven. Some believe he started a religion. And, even some believe he performed a bunch of miracles like walking on water.
Me? Well, I believe he performed one, sort of, all encompassing miracle. Every day, he woke up, went out into the world and gave unconditional and unrelenting Love and compassion. To everyone. No matter who they were, where they came from or what they did to him. Brother was a sandal wearing, Love and compassion machine.
He didn’t saunter around doling out a bunch of “thou shalts” (that’s old testament stuff). There weren’t any “thou shalt go to church” or “thou shalt create an enormous retail/consumer frenzy and give gifts to each other on my birthday”. Truthfully, the only implied “thou shalt” was “thou shalt Love and forgive each other”. And, even then, it was optional.
The point is, he gave his life in the name of Love and compassion. And, I guess he did call out a few people on their shit along the way. By giving his life, I don’t mean he died for Love and compassion, but he lived for Love and compassion. That is the only way in which he is different than you and I.
So, amidst thinking about what you’re going to exchange for what you just unwrapped, having another figgy pudding and crazy uncle so-and-so at family dinner tonight, think about how much (or how little) you’re living for Love. No matter what’s under the tree for you this year, it will get old and boring and deteriorate. Eat all the figgy puddings you want; either you’ll work them off at the gym or be content with some extra chubbiness. As for crazy uncle so-and-so, just give the guy a hug and let him be who he needs to be.
Love, in your Heart, in your head, on your sleeve, in the air and everywhere, is what’s going to stand the test of time. It’s what’s going to unveil the real You not only to the world but to yourself. It is the only true gift you have to give and will ever receive.
Merry Christmas!
be Love.
I am not a religious person. However, I went to church today because a friend of mine needed my company. The love we receive are taught by people in our life, i.e. our parents, our relatives, and our friends…. or maybe even a stranger. I used to believe what a lot of people believe, but it stopped when I start to wonder when someone who are really in danger and praying for that person they always have been believed to make miracle happen, but sadly miracle didn’t come true. Then I have realized it is us who help and save ourselves, relying on someone who doesn’t existed won’t help us. I believe in love and will listen to my heart for most of the time, but I don’t have to believe a particular person. This is just my opinion. I don’t agree with yours, but quoting Voltaire “I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it”; and I do it because of love. Be love, be bright and be happy. Lastly, happy holidays!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
This person, I believe, wasn’t asking anyone to follow him but rather to follow Love; to follow his example of forgiveness and compassion. If you believe in Love than you believe in this person. And, you believe in yourself, in me and in everyone, because we are all Love. He didn’t ask for a holiday named Christmas. He didn’t organize a religion called Christianity. He, like others before him and after him, tried to show how we can all be Love. I wouldn’t be surprised if him, Gandhi, Buddha and Mother Teresa go golfing every Sunday. 🙂
The prayers we need to have answered will be answered. Often, we ask for things to change not knowing that they need to be the way they are so we can learn. We blame a higher power for not answering our prayers; for not giving us a “miracle”. The miracle is the prayer, not what we pray for.
Be Love and Merry Christmas!