I’m going to be honest, I had an idea for a post today. . . But, I can’t remember what it was about. . .
Well. . .
Christmas is coming up.
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I don’t celebrate Christmas because everything about it has pagan roots, except for the little bit of Jesus some people throw in.
Don’t get me wrong, I used to celebrate Christmas when I was younger, but I didn’t want any part of it when I found out that there’s a scripture that literally says, “Do not learn the ways of the nations or be terrified by signs in the heavens, though the nations are terrified by them. For the practices of the peoples are worthless; they cut a tree out of the forest, and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel. They adorn it with silver and gold; they fasten it with hammer and nails so it will not totter.“
~ Jeremiah 10:2-4
Doesn’t that sound EXACTLY like a Christmas tree?!
It’s funny. . . Because on the last year we celebrated Christmas—when I was thirteen—we literally had to hammer a nail into the wall to keep our tree from falling over. 🤣
And, just so y’all know, we weren’t those Christians that celebrated Santa and elves and stuff like that. We were the Christians that decorated our tree with scriptures and only things that exalted God and made sure that we put the Christ in Christmas. . .
But, we still got gifts. We still participated in all the traditions of Christmas, like going around the neighborhood to “ooo” and “ahh” over Christmas lights, and attending White Elephant gift exchanges, participating in Christmas cookie bakeoff’s, and watching Christmas movies.
(But, I’ll admit that I’m not perfect; I still will watch Christmas movies every now and then.)
And, in different countries, they celebrate Christmas with more pagan traditions, such as letting an evil, demonic goat, named Krampus, punish little kids when they’re bad.
And, if you don’t believe me, just check out the History Channel explanation of Christmas’s origin. It’s not even from a Christian perspective, and it still says as much.
But, I don’t judge others when they say they celebrate Christmas, because I know that I once celebrated Christmas too. . .
It’s really hard at times, though, because my parents and one of my sisters don’t associate themselves with Christmas, but my younger sister, brother, and every other relative I have, do celebrate Christmas or celebrate Christmas traditions.
I get it, though.
One day, we’ll all know what was good and what was bad, but I’m just trying to follow my heart and what I now believe is the right thing to do.
With all that being said. . .
Believe it or not, I am a Christian, even though I don’t celebrate Christmas or Easter.
But, I do/will acknowledge that Jesus, my Savior, was born, was dead, and was resurrected from the grave all for me and my sins. I don’t dismiss Jesus just because I don’t celebrate “Christian” holidays.
On the contrary, it’s because I want to be more like Jesus that I DON’T celebrate the “Christian” holidays.
We all have to make our own decisions. . . Choosing to not celebrate Christmas is just one of my most recent ones.
Stay tuned for my next post. . .