Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us. -- Luke 2:15
A man we hired to do some work in our home said to me, "I hate Christmas! I'll be glad when it's over."
Stunned, I couldn't let the remark pass without a response.
"We must remember the meaning of Christmas," I said.
"Don't start that religious stuff with me," he answered rather curtly.
I felt insulted, embarrassed and hurt! I was inclined to tell him to leave, or that I'd appreciate it if he'd show more respect for me since he was in my home. But, although it had taken me many years, I had finally learned to think before speaking. After all, if I became angry, wouldn't that give the impression that I wasn't living my religious beliefs?
So, thankfully, I managed to smile and remain calm. In the end, he regretted his actions and apologized.
But after the man left, I thought about his attitude and his statement: "I hate Christmas!" And I felt sorry for him. If he really feels that way, he's missing so much.
How could anyone possibly experience Christmas without at least a degree of joy in his heart?
Without appreciation for the lovely Christmas carols playing continuously?
Without feeling like a child at the sight of colorful, sparkling decorations -- brightly-lit trees shining from neighborhood windows, wreaths on doors?