A Christmas Challenge
In 1965, a testimony before a Senate subcommittee claimed that the future looked bright for leisure time in America. By 1985, predicted the report, Americans
would be working 22 hours a week and would be able to retire at age 38. They missed that one!
What was the reason for the prediction? Technology was going to usher in an array of labor-saving devices that would give us an abundance of free time; time saving devices like — Microsoft Windows, video recorders with programmable digital clocks that always flash 12:00am and Facebook — time saving devices like that. Now admittedly the technological advances since 1965 go beyond amazing. Yet 45 years later, 85% of the men and 65% of the women in America work longer than 40 hours per week.
Why was the prediction wrong? Nobody took into account our appetite for stuff. Nobody took into account the rise of consumerism and our belief in the myth of more. What is the myth of more? It’s believing that even though what I have has not satisfied me, surely if I just had a little more, then I would be satisfied. Nowhere do we see this more clearly than Christmas. If we are not careful we can get lost in the Christmas story of consumerism.
Whether you are a person of faith or not; whether you celebrate Christ, Santa, Hanukkah, or none of the above; we can all admit that one more present under the tree probably is not going to make Christmas all we hoped it would be. At the heart, the first Christmas story was much more about “presence” than it was about “presents.”
When my son was about two, he would come running every time I came home. He would sit by my side when I took off my boots and then he would put them on and try to walk around the house. Then he would get the biggest kick out of sitting in my truck and pretending he was driving like me. When He came to my office, he wanted to take my football helmet off the shelf and put it on. Boots and football helmets and trucks… what more could a two year old want?
But suppose for a minute that that’s all he ever got. Suppose that rather than coming home, I just sent my boots and my football helmet. I had somebody else bring the truck over for him to play in. I told him that he could play with them whenever he wanted, but he would never see me again. Would that have satisfied him? I don’t think so. It’s not boots, a truck or a football helmet, the presence of a father means more than the presents of a father.
So here’s the Christmas Challenge. This Christmas season, give a few less presents and give a bit more presence. Have a conversation. Play a family game. Go sledding. Play Xbox…together. The options are endless. More presence less presents.
So here are some reflections on the weekend and the past week.
You would never guess that her life mainly consists of doing school work and chores around the orphanage. Abigail has a brother who goes to Calvary Seminary — the seminary our ONE% offering has helped to establish. They love to tease and joke with each other. They were both at one of the smaller orphanages until recently, but they have always been together.
From the Cheesecake Factory to sharing hilarious Youtube videos, to monkey rolls for breakfast followed by turkey and the trimmings; from a 3.5 hour Phase Ten game — kind of like Monopoly for dummies — to a late showing of Unstoppable, followed by — yes I went — shopping at midnight at the Grove City Outlets. Great days!
Last time Bethel made it in Sports Illustrated was 1980. I was a freshman we were playing Macalester and SI was there thinking Mac might break their recording-making loss streak. Yeah we beat them. Today Bethel plays Wheaton in the second round of the playoffs. Oh yeah, I’m also thankful there is no Div3 BCS.
Estimated value of over $5000. One of the team who helped unload said, “It took three of us 45 minutes to unload. They were overwhelmed, in a good way!” It’s such a great reminder to me of what a blessing we can be — together.
But I love the fact that the adoption virus is spreading. It seems like every where I look, there is another family deciding to adopt —
Philippines, Ukraine, Ethiopia, China, the US and more. It’s hard to keep track. In our 1% offering we have a chance to help more families through this expensive process.
They are an inspiration to me and they give me hope for God’s work in the country of Myanmar. They not only are caring for the poor, and the orphans, they also have a passion to see more people know Jesus.
parish experienced the worst of the worst. They were in the midst of the “30 Years War”, and the enemy had already invaded their town three times, destroying almost everything of value. Then the Black Plague arrived. One pastor fled the plague and the people. Rinckart buried two more on the same day, leaving him as the sole pastor in the region. Pastor Rinckart buried between 4500-5000 people in one year. That’s an average of 13-14 funerals a day, one day he had 50.
For years an unrecognized talent sprang from her lips. Prestigious opera circles closed their doors, critics ignored her, she was repeatedly rejected for parts for which she easily qualified. Only after overwhelming success in Europe did she find any acceptance in her own country. In her personal life she has faced even more. The mother of two handicapped children, one severely retarded. Years ago, to escape the New York City rat race, she bought a home on Martha’s Vineyard. It burned to the ground days before she was to move in.
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