Fools were not wanting as their Christmas madness surrounded us with ads and attitudes. You could sense their frustrations as they battled over whether they should say happy holiday or merry Christmas. Some try to make Christmas, at best, an economic issue, others, at worse, a political issue (i.e. separation of church and state). What it does say, is that there is still the fear that the Christian faith is a terror to those who wish that it is true that there is no God, and that his Word is of no benefit to their lifestyle. For it is the Christian F
aith which proclaims that the Creator-Savior is a personal God who has revealed himself in his Word, the Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments.
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hether some celebrate Christmas or not does not matter. For we do celebrate, rejoice over the great love of God the Father who sent his Son into the world, born of the virgin Mary, who was to be the Messiah-Savior of his people.
We did exchange presents, not as a religious practice, but as a tradition that brings us together at another ti
me of the year. This was another precious year as we all got together; with Dorcas and family we had a wonderful time with Philip and family at Thanksgiving time (exchanging gifts) in Wexford, Pennsylvania (the previous post has those pictures). This past Saturday we exchanged gifts by the “Christmas Tree.” This brought memories of my Christmas’ in Brooklyn, New York. In the 1940’s my family lived in a six-family brownstone house on a street named after one of the famous Admirals, Decatur. Dad
would get a tree in that week before Christmas. Mom and I and my brother Louis would begin making decorations. There was the stringing of popcorn and the making of rings of paper to wrap around the tree. It was the time when Elmer glue was transparent and placed in a small glass tube with a rubber end. We would cut different colored papers into strips about six inches long and a half inch wide. We would put some glue on one end and hold it tight to the other end with the hope that it would stay glued. It was fun, and in that apartment, which was long, we would start in the kitchen and put together the long string of paper rings. From kitchen through the dining room down the hall passed our bedroom, bathroom, closet, and through Dad
and Mom’s bedroom, Dad’s desk and then the living room, ran the paper trail. Christmas morning brought the exchange of gifts (toy soldiers and forts made out of cardboard; and with a little imagination and rubber bands could have a battle). New York City was a great place to enjoy the seasons. I have ice-skated in Manhattan and enjoyed the special decorated windows of the department stores, along with their animated toys.
There was Christmas Carols sung by members of the youth group and church that sung in the neighborhood. There was also a Christmas Eve service; which brings us to the Gift of gifts, Christ Jesus the Son of God. There is something very special about this Gift. We exchange gifts, we hope to receive gifts. However, the Gift of the Son of God transcends whatever gifts we are able to give.
Christ is a Gift who brings us to himself. We embrace him because he first embraces us. We only receive the Gift of the Son because the Father first receives us. We certainly don’t earn it, but we rejoice in it. It is the Gift which is eternal and which we enjoy each and every day. We enjoy our traditions, but they fade away and need to be renewed each year. They will never take the place of the great celebration of the Son of God never fades away in the heart and life of the Christian believer.
The glorious promise of the Savior shines brighter than the Creator’s stars of heaven: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).
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We did exchange presents, not as a religious practice, but as a tradition that brings us together at another ti
There was Christmas Carols sung by members of the youth group and church that sung in the neighborhood. There was also a Christmas Eve service; which brings us to the Gift of gifts, Christ Jesus the Son of God. There is something very special about this Gift. We exchange gifts, we hope to receive gifts. However, the Gift of the Son of God transcends whatever gifts we are able to give.
Grandpa
Robert L. LaMay
The glorious promise of the Savior shines brighter than the Creator’s stars of heaven: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).





