This is actually a very uplifting post by the husband of an old friend. Check out his blog, The Jazz Evangelist.
I wrote this little epistle 16 years ago, alone, late at night, after attending a Christmas Eve church service that left me feeling depressed and a bit sickened. It was all so shallow & sparkly – the smiles and greetings so hollow & phony, as if everyone was covering up some secret pain. Thus . . . I went home, and I vented by writing down my thoughts & feelings – and the words began to change and take on the quality of a prayer. Instead of being a rant, it turned into a sermon of sorts that convicted me of my own delusions and helped deconstruct my destructive expectations & judgments. God spoke, and it changed my mood. Christmas became “real” for me for the first time in many years.
So . . . I revisit and update…
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