The Lord Jesus Christ has been my one true love for all my life, and as a believer I hope to inspire other true-hearted believers into a deeper walk with him, as he has taken me. The rewards far outweigh the costs of becoming and being a true disciple!
I grew up without christmas, more or less. My father did not celebrate it, my mother pined for it every year, though not celebrating it, either… at least not in our home. However, if we were at the home of anybody else, we took part as much as anybody else. My parents never gave gifts, but were more than happy to receive them. How hypocritical was that? So I learned…
When I had my own family, I didn’t want to celebrate the December 25 holy day, for the reasons described in the article posted just previously on this blog (though I had a far smaller understanding of it than I do now). However, my ex insisted, and because I had been taught to “submit” (the wrong ways), I thought it better to compromise rather than stand against it, creating conflict.
At first, we didn’t have a tree, an obviously pagan practice, as described in Jeremiah 10:1-onwards. I thought the other practices could be justified; and if we never allowed Satan Clause into the picture, we could just tell the children about Jesus, even letting them know that December 25 was not the day of his birth, but that we were simply honouring him that day because that was the day others could take part.
Hmm! The devil in my professing “christian” ex knew something I didn’t at the time – that any compromise with sin is the beginning of the long downward slide, and before very many years went by, we were doing all the christ mass things, tree included, except I never told my kids anything but the truth about Satan Clause. My love for Christ would not allow me to supplant the Lord with a cartoonish caricature of Satan! (Incidentally, both my parents began to celebrate this pagan holy day along with us!)
Every year, as I was preparing for this end-of-year festival, my spirit would be troubled, but I would squash the feeling as best I could to avoid having to look at the cause. Every year the preparations got more and more elaborate and costly.
Then one day in June, I came across a pamphlet called, “The Truth About Christmas”, and what was written in that little wee paper changed the course of my life.
Basically, the information was the same as the article in my previously posted blog post called, “Why Do You Celebrate Christmas?” with one exception – it didn’t include anything about birthdays. As I read, the Holy Ghost convicted me so badly (I say that he took me by the scruff of the neck) and shook me until I nearly fell off the bed. Literally.
I KNEW at that moment that I simply COULD NOT celebrate this pagan holy day even one more time, come what may. The news of my withdrawal from it caused a mini volcano in our family, but for 4 years none of them celebrated it, either. I thought all was well…
Four years later, my ex and all the kids decided to start celebrating this feast day again, with or without me. The pressure they put on me to go back into it with them was tremendous, but my heart was firmly set, and I COULD not return. The Lord simply said, “No!” and that was that. I didn’t even want to return, though under the severely abusive pressure I considered it, but STILL, I just COULD not. The Lord had set a wall between me and the pagan feast day, and I had no desire to cross it.
As the day appraoched, I felt an overpowering desire to be anywhere else but in the house while they did the christmas thing, really fearing that the judgment of God would come down on that house in fire or something. I wondered what to do, when the Lord showed me in his word that I was to go outside the camp with him, and suffer his reproach, something I was willing to do, even if it meant freezing to death. The entire month so far had been in the minus thirty range, but I believed the Lord could keep me warm if he didn’t want me to freeze. The morning of the 25th dawned down in the minus thirty range again, but as the early morning passed, the Lord brought the temperature all the way up to minus 12, a total miracle, perfect for cross-country skiing!! (The very next day, and subsequently, the rest of the month, was back down in the minus thirty range!)
And the joy of my Lord filled my heart outside in the bush, alone with him, while they all celebrated their pagan feastival in the house.
The rest of the story doesn’t really matter here. The point I’m trying to make is that when we disobey the clear commandments of God, we can only be miserable, never really happy, howeever much we may pretend… People can also pretend they don’t know where the customs of christ mass come from, but they are only fooling themselves.
But when we obey the Lord FROM OUR HEARTS, we will experience the fullness of joy that was promised to those who love the Lord. It is my personal experience, and I want to encourage every one of you who claim to love the Lord, to consider WHY you keep the customs and traditions you do.
It is never wrong to find out you are wrong, and then to change; but it is always wrong to avoid examining yourself in case you might be wrong, and remaining wrong.