Although this is an unsolicited advertisement, I appreciate the sentiment noted on the sticker here.
So, ACLU and God haters everywhere. You can keep your “Happy Holidays” and “Season’s Beatings” hype and hubbub. There is a singular reason you have this day, at least in America.
No, it’s because of the Norse god, Yule.
Sorry, it’s not because of the German god Oden with his “naughty or nice” list.
And those funny, toxic plants gift-wrapped to the States from a 19th century Mexican foreign ministernamed Poinsett.
Also, the Turkish patron saint of sailors, a Mr. Nicholas, has nothing to do with it.
This is a birthday party for Jesus Christ. Every country has its different means to celebrate, and quite honestly, has created this global HOLY-day as an amalgamation of each history, but when it comes down to it, this day is because men sought after the Christ child.
I’ll save the argument for commercialism for another day. Have fun shopping and grab a sticker, Saints.
P.S. For those who didn’t know the aforementioned examples of global Yuletide folklore, grab the DVR and find the greatness of the History Channel.
Not to cast aside the many Jewish fans of this cyber Wailing Wall (although you will love this one), but let’s all visit the imaginarium, shall we?
[Cue harp music]
Your parents have lit the Menorah and begin commemorating the victorious Maccabees those 2,500 years ago. The kids break out the lyrics to “I have a Dreidel” and begin begging “Mama” to fry up some latkes, flanken and gefilte fish (yeech). The eight small gifts are buried deep in the closet and the holy-days are festive.
You with me so far, Messianic Jews and Zionists alike? Now, let’s amp that example up to say you are the leader of the ADL or some highfalutin Rabbi with ties to the White House. You traipse out to your mailbox and crack open a card with a Presidential seal.
Well, note the link from CNN and you’ll see that was one of Dubya’s final mistakes in office. DOH!
Yeah, the card (pictured here) would have been enough of a shock to make most of the recipients sport a Yuletide log of their own.
Mrs. Bush’s press secretary, Sally McDonough, attributed the snafu to a “staff mistake” in not printing separate cards for the different White House holiday events, as has been the custom in years past. “Mrs. Bush is apologetic, It is just something that fell through the cracks,” she said, referring to the role of the First Lady’s office in sending out the invitations.
Good thing, most of the generic “staff” has been sent out on the street with bags packed, otherwise, I’m sure some Yamikas would roll over this one.
I have been known to crawl up on a petrified soapbox and rant aloud, if even just for a little.
That said, ofttimes the picture can be worth a thousand words, as the axiom says. And since my betrothed Cowboys are playing football today and I need to save my vocal chords for yawping during certain – and expected – touchdown celebrations.
However, I’ll say this if you will extend me the levity, I have a few things to be thankful today:
My Jesus. I don’t often praise and extol him the way I should, but my heart is there. Completely. Which is why I created this blog and gave my life wholly to him. Thank you for saving a wretch like me.
My Fair Lady. With Jesus, I have salvation. Without her, salvation wouldn’t seem as rich and lovely.
My Lil’ Wall Watchers. Perfect extensions of God’s love. Mercy I don’t deserve. Grace I didn’t earn. Love I can’t fathom.
The Writing on the Wall. I have wanted to scribe for the Lord for decades, and have under other notable minister’s and evangelist’s names. (Don’t ask, I have signed contracts). For years, I have seen the news and heard the rumors and didn’t think anyone was calling B.S. and issuing honor and praise where it was due. I was wrong, as noted by the “Another Brick in the Wall” section. Wall Watchers, thank you for promoting the rants, re-publishing the diatribes and proselytizing the truth with vigor and passion. Knowing the Lord is using this cyber home of mine in some fashion is more of a blessing that I could have ever imagined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not close to being content with its growth, but I am humbled. Thanks to you.
A not so long time ago in a desolate land far away depending on where you live, the national news was all about a motley crew of renegade fundamental Mormons – F-undamental-LDS for those scoring at home – who thought the way to a better religion was living on a remote Texas compound, make all their own clothes and impregnate pre-pubescent children.
Classy.
Suffice to say, the good God-fearing folk in west Texas didn’t take kindly to that kind of behavior, religious or otherwise. They raid the compound thanks to a bogus phone call and place more than 400 children in state custody.
In the process, the Lone Star State ran up a ghastly total of $9 million just in the first few weeks. And, that is a lot of Mormon beer-chasing, bang-bang gun play (as possibly noted here).
The raid of a polygamist sect’s Texas ranch cost child welfare authorities $12.4 million in overtime, transportation and shelter costs, according to newly released figures… The $12.4 million does not include the costs associated with the remaining cases, said Patrick Crimmins, a spokesman for Child Protective Services. It doesn’t include court costs either.
So, in the spirit of Christmas, I move the state of Texas would like a refund. After all, these guys were just being Mighty Mouse and coming to save the daaaaaaaay. They weren’t planning on all this ballyhoo and swapping of credit cards and blank checks.
Maybe they can make back their cash by finally empting out the ranch of all those pesky kids and hot mamas and play “Home on the Range”. You know, get some cows, horses, chickens… oh, and Alpacas. I hear those are in fashion now. Can’t be any more a-go-go than those flashy threads those mamas are sporting.
If you have nothing to do today while waiting for the clock to hit 3 – or whenever (and ifever) you get to bolt early today for the Thanksgiving holidays – then I have someting for your viewing pleasure.
Three letters: TBN. Otherwise known as a lot of things, but I have always been fond of “The Good Ol’ Boys Network.”
OK, full objective disclosure: What this network has done for countless of millions around the world is nothing short of remarkable. Many people can’t go to a church. Others won’t. But they all have a remote, and many of those have been saved, healed and delivered because of some various and sundry show captured on the air. Despite the news and appearance, Jesus is being blessed through these airwaves.
That said (yeah, yeah, you knew a detour was coming), it’s incontrovertible proof that God can be used and honored despite the inconceivable actions of his children. There are some jackleg fools on this network, and most of them could give a vile of holy water less about you. The real vociferous ones are usually caught shelling for “Praise-A-Thon,” the network’s cavalcade of pimps… er, stars who sop up so much twisted theology that they need a Shamwow to take care of the damage!
Case in point, the title message of this post thanks to some masonry from “Slaughtering the Sheep“:
Rod Parsley. Where was “Jerry Maguire” when you started this message of numerology, eschatology and etymology. Lawd have mercy! Next, thanks to some masonry from another “Another Brick in the Wall” I’m Speaking Truth:
Benny Hinn. Diggin’ the Nehru brother, and that embroidery, suh-wheat! If I want to hear a message on blessings, I may have to consult another, but hey, if I want to hear the sacrosanct version of “Old McDonald had a Blinged Out Farm,” I know who to ask. Ee-I-Ee-I-HO!
Jamal Harrison-Bryant. “Broke with expensive tastes”?! I don’t call that positioned for biblical greatness. I call that megalomaniacal and not that responsible in this economy. But hey, thanks to you Big Pimpin’, folk going to go to bed with some Advil PM and wake up quitting their job. Nice, as long they keep your Web site address, right?
Clarence E. McClendon. A man who divorced his wife via facsimile, staved racism and left his church so he could get his groove back with his assistant in the Bahamas or some such. (True story). And now, The Good Ol’ Boys see it fit that you should be the clarion pimp extraordinaire in this piece. Don’t believe me? See his perm? ‘Nuff said.
Wall Watchers, a question: At what cost to the Body of Christ are these fools permitted allowances to propagate their vitriol and aspersions because they have the cash and the cameras? It’s shameful. Heck, I know many pastors – MANY – without a camera who could run circles ’round some of these guys, and have the sterling reputation to boot.
My prayer is that despite them, the lost can still be found and turned away like a bunch of stray cats. At what cost? Maybe we should ask Paul Crouch after the “Preys-a-Thon” (as another brick in the Wall, MaxDaddy calls it) to determine what cost it takes.
So, ACLU and God haters everywhere. You can keep your “Happy Holidays” and “Season’s Beatings” hype and hubbub. There is a singular reason you have this day, at least in America.
The Writing on the Wall 