Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday dear, JESUS...
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
TO
YOU!!!
I just wanted to do that even though I'm thirty minutes late. We base everything about Christmas on this fat man in a red clothes, stories that are WAY not-true, and presents. Why can't we just focus on the thing that Christmas is really all about? Jesus, God's own son, came down from heaven to suffer through this stupid world just for--that's right--me.
Ok. I want to break up that sentense and focus on individual points now...
Jesus, God's own son,:
Very plainly stated Jesus is God's son. Jesus has always been, and will continue to always be.
came down from heaven:
Hmmm... Have any of you ever thought of what heaven is like? Yes, I often see it as a massive room full of HDTV's and XBOX 360's with everyone playing video games, but what is it really? Well for starters, it's perfect. There's no pain or suffering; there's nothing negative about it! It is truly amazing to think that Jesus gave up perfect for--well for lack of a better word--this crap-hole we call Earth.
to suffer through this stupid world:
I already hit on this a little. Our world is not a very happy place. Yes, I'm typing this blog from the comfort of my room, on a very nice laptop. But our homes and lives and countries are consumed in sin. There's no peace; violence and terrorism runs rampant. Christ came down and bore all that just to save us in the end. Truly incomprehensible.
just for--that's right--me.:
Ok, he did come for you guys too... Just I find it INSANELY insane that he would go through everything just to give ME the gift of salvation. I mean, how is it that I DESERVE that?! How do any of us deserve that. Well... We don't. Grace and mercy is Jesus's middle names. If it weren't for the fact that He is so merciful... Well we'd all be screwed.
Just so I don't have to end the blog with the word 'screwed' I'm adding another paragraph... Please think about what I wrote here. Seriously. Do it. Jesus is the reason for the season. He is what it's all about not fat-man squeezing down my non-existant fireplace to deliver me presents.
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday dear, JESUS...
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
TO
YOU!!!
I just wanted to do that even though I'm thirty minutes late. We base everything about Christmas on this fat man in a red clothes, stories that are WAY not-true, and presents. Why can't we just focus on the thing that Christmas is really all about? Jesus, God's own son, came down from heaven to suffer through this stupid world just for--that's right--me.
Ok. I want to break up that sentense and focus on individual points now...
Jesus, God's own son,:
Very plainly stated Jesus is God's son. Jesus has always been, and will continue to always be.
came down from heaven:
Hmmm... Have any of you ever thought of what heaven is like? Yes, I often see it as a massive room full of HDTV's and XBOX 360's with everyone playing video games, but what is it really? Well for starters, it's perfect. There's no pain or suffering; there's nothing negative about it! It is truly amazing to think that Jesus gave up perfect for--well for lack of a better word--this crap-hole we call Earth.
to suffer through this stupid world:
I already hit on this a little. Our world is not a very happy place. Yes, I'm typing this blog from the comfort of my room, on a very nice laptop. But our homes and lives and countries are consumed in sin. There's no peace; violence and terrorism runs rampant. Christ came down and bore all that just to save us in the end. Truly incomprehensible.
just for--that's right--me.:
Ok, he did come for you guys too... Just I find it INSANELY insane that he would go through everything just to give ME the gift of salvation. I mean, how is it that I DESERVE that?! How do any of us deserve that. Well... We don't. Grace and mercy is Jesus's middle names. If it weren't for the fact that He is so merciful... Well we'd all be screwed.
Just so I don't have to end the blog with the word 'screwed' I'm adding another paragraph... Please think about what I wrote here. Seriously. Do it. Jesus is the reason for the season. He is what it's all about not fat-man squeezing down my non-existant fireplace to deliver me presents.
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