This Nostalgic Infant

It’s been the week of Christmas decorating and Gina found our old Christmas carols music book. She asked me to teach her some of the songs. I’ve been doing my best to hear these songs again, but without the sting. The dividing point of who are God’s children and who isn’t leaves a foul taste in my mouth, but Santa Claus seems to know the truth; we’re all God’s children. This joy, to the world, reveals to us that even heaven and nature sing the proclamation of the glorious introduction of salvation being born for the good of all mankind. Are we so caught up in being faithful that we forget to be faith-full?

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I admit, I didn’t want to decorate this year. Not for some rigid rule keeping ideal that Christmas has pagan origins. It’s because I wanted something simpler. Something easier. If it weren’t for our daughters our home would still be decked out with fall leaves, acorns, and some lingering pumpkins from Samhain.

While Scott and I were out Black Friday shopping (yes, we brave the crazies because we save 50% on all our family’s gifts), the girls had put up and decorated the tree. I gotta say, it was such a treat to see the sparkly lights welcoming us home. They had hung the advent calender, set up the village, and were anxiously awaiting their dad to come home and add the angel to the top of the tree. There’s something deeply magical about Christmas.

We slipped the Christmas CD into the player as if it were a sacred act and found ourselves falling in love with the traditional melodies of the babe and his holy mother. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head…and I imagine holding a baby again and it dawns on me how truly genius it is that we embrace this nostalgic infant every December.

The babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, laying in a lowly manger, reminds us to be gentle souls. The imagining of a holy mother cradling her baby in a cold stable surrounded by hogs and sheep. This humbling portrait of poverty stricken people who seem to have hit their bottom, yet they hold the hope of the world in their arms.

Can we face Christmas while holding the hope of the world in our hearts?

Today, there was no sting.

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The Sting of Christmas

I used to write on my other blog about the nightmare we experienced leaving a toxic church. I shared my deepest questions and wrestled aloud with the intensity of the situation. More often than not, I would blurt out unorganized thoughts and chaotic emotions about who Jesus really is and who God isn’t. For the most part, I am certain I made such a gigantic mess thrashing around that I probably scared quite a few friends away. At the end of it all, I was left picking up the pieces of our shattered belief system and casting them into a flaming bonfire to bid farewell and prayed for a new beginning.

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While my beliefs have grown up and even evolved into a new form, my faith was strengthened.

You see, when you leave a cult your entire thought process about Jesus shifts. For me, I began seeing who Jesus really is to me and stopped seeing him as who he is to the cult leader. Christianze phrases whipped down from the pulpit with an angry tone of voice would send shivers down my spine even when the sweetest of female Christian speakers would say similar things with the most loving intentions she could muster. The tone that had conditioned me remained at the foundation of many Christian phrases and terms even years after leaving.

This presents quite a difficulty for me as I try to read about unwrapping the gift of Christmas.

I know the spirit of the author and her kind approach to the Gospel, but certain words and phrases still leave a sting. Now, here I sit gazing at the sparkly Christmas tree, listening to carols about the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Can I enjoy the magic of Christmas without the sting?

*Disclaimer: As an Wellness Advocate I provide my personal opinion and experiences with essential oils, and am not endorsed by dōTERRA Corporate. None of what I testify of has been evaluated by the FDA, nor is it intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. I am not a registered medical professional and I encourage you to discuss your health concerns with your own doctor. I simply share resources and tools to raise consumer awareness. This post may contain affiliate links. Read my full disclaimer here

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Have we been conditioned by Facebook?

When I first started my blogging journey, it was like waking up to a cyber coffee shop where we all gathered together to sip our morning cup of joe. We would catch up on each other’s lives. We had a blog roll and we’d surf over to each link to offer our support and encouragement for the curve balls hurled in our direction. We rallied around our sisterhood community to promote each other’s projects and swing over to say welcome to the newbies. That’s what drew me into the blogging world. Then Facebook happened. Blog traffic slowed to a snail’s pace and ad revenue plummeted.

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Then I saw as so many of us changed our blog goals to a more business approach to get the hit count up and somewhere along the way it seems we have just about lost that ‘small town’ blog community we once had.

I miss our supportive mommy community.

My daughters and I were reminiscing about the days when they also sent their thoughts out to the universe on Blogger and WordPress. They connected with other kids through blogging. They’re still in touch with some of them through Facebook and Tumblr, but the method of connecting has evolved into clicking a ‘like’ button instead of having the life giving conversations we used to have.

Am I the only one who sees this happening?

I don’t know if we could get back to what we had before or not. Was it just a passing fad?

Can we offer grace to each other if we see typos? Can we let our guard down a bit and just let the words flow like we used to? Can we not be so worried about ad revenue and focus again on building relationships through blogging?

Or have we been conditioned to think Facebook is the only way?

*Disclaimer: As an Wellness Advocate I provide my personal opinion and experiences with essential oils, and am not endorsed by dōTERRA Corporate. None of what I testify of has been evaluated by the FDA, nor is it intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. I am not a registered medical professional and I encourage you to discuss your health concerns with your own doctor. I simply share resources and tools to raise consumer awareness. This post may contain affiliate links. Read my full disclaimer here

I am a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to Amazon.com

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