This I believe: Merry Christmas!

(This is a rambling and poorly written post about me and religion. It’s okay if you leave. Have a merry!)

If you ask me what religious persuasion I am, I’ll tell you “Christian” without thinking twice. I was raised Catholic, and am now Episcopalian. However, I’m far from the best Christian on the block, as the divorce, remarriage and various blogged sins prove. If Christians are a flock of sheep, I’m that ratty brown sheep in the back that’s limping along on three legs. I’m falling into every pit and getting tangled into every brambly bush that is within 10 miles of my path. But I’m still walking.

Baa.

In days like these, where everything is falling apart and guns are a-blazing all over the place here in the US of A, you could ask me…Where is God? Why is He letting this happen?

I don’t know!! Did you miss the limping sheep part above? I can barely understand the motivations of this simple creature:

Creature with teeny-tiny brain.

Creature with teeny-tiny brain.

…let alone understand the motivation of an omnipotent being. I simply believe that in the overall grand scheme of things, we will all be okay. I can’t prove it like I can prove the existence of air, but that’s okay. That’s faith.

Where I start with Christianity is this: “A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.”

That’s the super-fancy King James version. Here is my interpretation:

JUST BE NICE TO EVERYONE! IS THAT SO HARD?

Which brings us to the subject of Christmas. I cherish both our secular decorate-the-tree, spike-the-egg-nog Christmas, and the celebration of the amazing birth of Jesus Christ.

What makes it amazing to me? Well, you’d think a savior that was long-promised by scripture would be born to a rich and influential political family — think the “Real Bushes of Bethlehem.” He could have been even more successful in His message if that had happened. But no…He was born to a pair of scared and broke teenagers who were such poor planners that they couldn’t get to Bethlehem in time to get a room so that their baby wouldn’t have to be born in a barn. He was born to a family that was a hot mess even by today’s standards.

I think that’s pretty cool.

While we’re on the subject of belief, and while you haven’t left me yet: I believe in the beauty of the convergence of several light-lighting holidays during the same time of year.

Have a wonderful day today. :)

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Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

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