(12.23.21– ’Tis the Season –Luke 19:1-10)
My friend, may I ask you a question? Is Christmas more than a celebration of what we can accomplish with wrapping paper, wheat flour, and strings of electric icicle lights?
My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.
I'm M. Clifford Brunner.
Christmas is a time to decorate with an abandon unmatched at any other time of the year. A time of excess, we exceed budgets, diets and bedtimes and spend countless hours preparing, consuming, building, tearing down and recuperating. Christmas in many ways is a monument to our ability to endure, excel, and outdo. We compete with our neighbor for the brightest displays; put just that extra touch of ourselves into our cookie recipes and actually use a lint brush on that sweater prior to going to church. Christmas is a time of focusing on us. When you think about it, memories of the holidays are mostly reflections of what we did, with whom we did it, and how successful we were at doing it. We sit back following the busy days leading up to Christmas and sigh with contentment. "It was a good Christmas!" we say. But, what we are really saying is, "I did it! Christmas came off just as I planned; a real monument to the Christmas spirit."
Here's a story: Recently some remarkable graffiti was found on the walls of the Washington Monument. It was graffiti quite different from what we're accustomed to finding on subway walls or street benches. The graffiti read, "Whoever is the human instrument under God in the conversion of one soul, erects a monument to his own memory more lofty and enduring than this!" It seems the graffiti artist, whose signature was simply B.F.B., had put the question of what really was a monument worth real praise into perspective; even one as enduring and respected as this.
Jesus Christ came to earth as a baby to initiate a monumental process of salvation through grace. He left