Happy Christmas

From IRON MAIDEN, from Eddie, and from the boys!

The Promise Fulfilled

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register. 
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. 
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 
13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” 
15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” 
16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. 
21 On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise the child, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he was conceived.-- Luke 2:1-21 (NIV)
I am delighted to say it is that time of year again. Christmas was my favourite holiday growing up for material reasons (naturally), but as I've grown older and (supposedly) wiser, this day has come to take on far deeper and greater meaning.

It is a time of rejoicing, to be sure, to spend with family and friends in good cheer with waaaaaaaay too much food and perhaps a tad more alcohol than might be considered wise. And up until a few years ago, that was really all it meant to me.

All of these things are wonderful and important, certainly, but there is more to Christmas than these temporal things.

For Christmas is also the day on which millions of Christians around the world, and maybe one or two heathens like me, celebrate the birth of the Lord. And though it sounds quite banal when I put it like that, this is an event of unparalleled importance to the world, and for each of us who struggles personally to make sense of it all.

On this day, the Lord fulfilled His promise to Mankind, made centuries earlier and prophesied repeatedly since then, to deliver us from the evil that rules this world, and to give us a path to clear salvation. On this day, the Divine became Man in the midst of blood and animal sh*t, as Vox once memorably said.

You don't have to be a Christian- I'm not, yet- to understand and appreciate how significant today really is. This day should be celebrated by all of us, not merely the religious faithful, because even if you don't believe in Christ, even if you think the entire faith revolves around some fictional bearded old man in the sky, this is the day that proves to all of us that evil is powerless if the good are unafraid.


Kyrie, Eleison

My friends, I know times are hard. I know things look bleak. I know it's bad- after all, I rant about how bad things are right here, every week. The world we find ourselves in appears to be spinning out of control.

Our values are scorned; our beliefs are mocked; our simple desire to be left alone is ignored. Our children are brainwashed by schools that no longer teach. Our sons are chemically lobotomised and castrated so that "progressive" society can make them regress. Our daughters are fed a steady stream of lies that destroys their youth, beauty, and femininity, turning them into sad and hollow reflections of true womanhood.

Our politicians no longer even pretend to represent us, and blindly pursue ambition and power with no heed to the consequences. Our neighbours and kin loathe each other, and themselves. Our borders are usurped, our cultures are trampled, and our very lives are threatened by an alien and evil ideology masquerading as a religion. The blood of our children is spilled in vain; the great works of our fathers are defaced and destroyed.

Our women bear no more children; our men have lost reason and faith; and as the gods of Wisdom and Virtue once said, the wages of sin is death.

I know that most of us wish we could simply turn away from reality, close our eyes, and open them to find that the world is once again that place of wonder and goodness that we knew as children, and that the stupidity, the horror, and the madness of this world was just a terrible nightmare, from which we can now awake.

I know that you see the awful, crushing burden being placed upon your shoulders to build a better world for you and your children- because it is my burden too. And I know that you, like me, wish that it could fall to someone else.

But it won't, because it can't. It is our burden, our responsibility. We cannot wish it away, any more than we can stop the Sun from rising.

Yet that is precisely where Christmas comes in.

Happy Warriors

One of the biggest differences between people like us, and people like them- you know who I mean- is that we are happy, and they are not.

The reason for this is simple. We know what matters- self, family, flag, and faith. They do not. They reject all of these things as symbols of "patriarchy" or "racism" or "oppression".

We are happy because we know, in our very bones, that evil will not last, and that eventually the Word will illuminate and guide us as it was always meant to do. The proof of this was delivered unto an afflicted Mankind, this very day, twenty centuries ago. And from this, we derive enormous satisfaction and comfort. This is something that they cannot understand- but we get it, just fine.

Our burden does not crush us, our fears do not overwhelm us, because we have faith in something greater than us. There is a Power that gives us the strength to do what we are afraid to do, and yet we know must be done, because it is right and just.

Christmas is, quite simply, the affirmation of that Power, and of His promise to us.

I am blessed to be able to celebrate this day back in the old country with that which is most precious to me in this world- my parents and my sister. Tonight we will eat far too much, drink more than is good for us, laugh until our sides ache, tell silly stories, poke fun at each other, and look forward to closing out another trying, difficult, painful, and yet wonderful year as a family.

I cannot begin to relate how thankful I am to the Lord that, for whatever reason, He saw fit to bless me as He has.

I may not have much compared to some, at least not in material terms, but there is no amount of material wealth in this world that is worth more to me than my family.

No matter how bad things get, no matter what challenges I face in life, I know that they are there, just as I know that the Lord is there, to guide and support me.

That is what gives me the strength, optimism, and hope that I need to face the evil of this world, and laugh at it.

And I am most grateful to you as well, my readers- all, like, 3 of you- for stopping by, reading, commenting, and continuing to keep me honest. I don't write for anyone or anything other than my own pleasure, but it's nice to know on occasion that someone other than the voices in my head actually likes to read this stuff.

The Lord blessed His creation on this day more than two thousand years ago, and He continues to bless it every year as long as at least some of us obey His commands and His Law. May He bless you and yours, today and forever, with peace, happiness, and faith.

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