According to Wikipedia:
“A hangover /ˈhæŋoʊvər/ (medical terminology: veisalgia) is the experience of various unpleasant physiological and psychological effects following consumption of alcoholic beverages and is generally characterized by a feeling of severe discomfort that may last more than 24 hours. Typical symptoms of a hangover may include headache, drowsiness, concentration problems, dry mouth, dizziness, fatigue, gastrointestinal complaints, sweating, nausea, hyper-excitability and anxiety.”
No, my hangover is not alcohol related, but the symptoms are similar.
This year I really got sick and tired of the political correctness this Christmas, best represented by the “Happy Holidays”
On Christmas eve my wife and I listened to Ron Hutchcraft and he told the story of a Christmas when his grandson, age 2, was helping his mom put together their nativity set. As they set were setting it up they found all the pieces except Jesus, so the mom said they would ask dad when he got home from work.
Hours later, when the father arrived, the boy ran towards him and the first words out of his mouth were “where’s Jesus?”.
These last few days I was asking the same question: where’s Jesus?
Everywhere there were reminders of all the other symbols that have been associated with Christmas, very little pointing to Jesus.
Jesus was almost invisible.
I opened the website of the Brazilian newspaper that I usually read, and the cover page had:
– 5 references to Christmas shopping
– 4 references to Santa Claus
– 3 travel related articles
– 1 related to Christmas food
– None about Christ
It was great that when we went to church the service was 100% focused on Christ.
It was great to be reminded once again of the meaning of this action that God took: to send Christ here to change history.
Not only the history of the world, but mine too.
But… why am I judging people that don’t even know Christ personally for not putting Him in the first place during Christmas?
What about my own life?
Am I putting Him in the first place?
My prayer is that I put Him first, and find boldness to make Christ visible in my life.
Forget political correctness.
Hangover is cured.