i am an actor. sometimes a poser, more like it. but, truthfully i have always been enamored by the stage. acting is my forte if you will. i thrive on the black tarmac of entertainment. the applause sometimes become synonymous with the oxygen i survive on. but, if we are all honest, there are time we thrive on attention. and to a certain extent some praise is well-deserved. yet, there is a verse tucked in the New Testament that talks about Satan being like a loud obnoxious cat (prowls around like a roaring lion)…he likes the stage too. in fact this verse says he too likes the attention, in a school room he would be the loudest bully there. in an office, he would be the overbearing outspoken unmerited brown-noser. and in your very own front room, he might be at times the very person staring back at your in the mirror. no, you are not satan. but, everyday we all have opportunities to help evil (things like death, lying, believing the lies of satan, self-serving, overprotection of personal ego, ‘all eyes on me’ act and etc. this is not a thought on us needing to be perfect. we can’t. we try, but we will fail. but, then we get back up and try again. but, we don’t hold it all together like we have it together. we don’t save face. we look for opportunities to become more of who were meant to be. we have to do that by walking, tripping and falling…and getting back up. we must not become so enamored with our need for fame. oddly enough, christ would try and shun it…he would say things like ‘its not my time yet guys’…he would even ditch crowds who tried to make him president of their christian club. he walked away from fame and yet, here is the weird thing, he has a huge following. huge numbers and crowds would find their way through cities and unacceptable cultural norms to come face to face with this Christ-man.. yes, we can use our celebrity to challenge the status quo and to encourage others to change the world for good too…but, once we start seeking for eyes to be on us, we began wearing the same t-shirt as the devil that screams with infidelity ‘it’s all about me’…but, is it? are you screaming, is your life an echo of eternity…or a hollow roar of personal applause. time to step off the stage and go change the world!
~Cos’ I’ma tell you like Wu (you) told me Cash rules everything around me~ Wyclef
i will be first to say that i am sucker for a brighter Christmas tree. i mean, lit up like the lights on 42nd street in New York City. maybe a Santa’s Village covering my front yard, and then to the left in a little corner of my green lush garden would be this silent peaceful picture of a baby jesus who cries alongside some farm animals and a couple scared teenagers. but, this is for sure, whether your nativity scene takes up your backyard or the back of your mind, it was much messier than we would like to know. the manger was a feeding box for pigs, cows and some other common farm animals. and mary was most likely 14 or 15 yrs old. and the 3 kings were much more than just three of them and they weren’t believers. and the angels, they were so excited on this early september or october night; because, their creator became flesh…a mind blowing feat for angels to grasp..and all they kept harmonizing about was how unique this baby was (‘holy’ means unique/different).
i love gifts. i mean, i admit when it comes to receiving them, i go crazy in excitement. we learn commercialism from a young age. we learn we deserve gifts at least twice a year. and if we don’t, somehow the tears find a way to our pillows. we learn that commercialism is something we can’t get away from, that we might as well embrace it all. and so, the world begans to spin around us. and we began tripping over stars, just so high, building our own empire of ‘stuff’. we learn that the dollar bill is what christmas is all about, so you have the rich just pouring money out like an overwatered garden…and then you have the occasional prostitute who has a couple kids and all she wants is to give her kids a christmas that she never had, so she works extra nights…she might live or die. and we hope for the next big thing. maybe a bluetooth, or ipod, or car or whatever we wish for. we somehow forgot christmas somehow was inspired by a baby who came to change things, who came to be with people, that was his gift….relationship/friendship. and yet, we find ways to justify our wants as needs. we serve the dollar bill. we have come to believe it somehow makes the world go ’round and that it will make us happier. this is not a thought on how to make the reader guilty, but to realize that sometimes a dollar bill is nothing more than a piece of paper with a face of some guy who was in leadership once. this christmas somewhere in some remote village is a family who has 7 kids and for their fun, they are all going to play soccer/futbol with some yarn collected from some of their old t-shirts. we must realize that christmas is not about us. it is about relationships. building them, starting them, fixing them, strengthening them, celebrating them. if we define our lives by how many george washington’s you have in your wallet, what happens when you don’t have them? Christmas was about Christ restoring value to the human race. is that what you are doing? we should change the world a day at a time…