The God of our forefathers now holds almost the same place that communism and communists held under McCarthyism. As I finish preparations for the holiday season, looking over the stack of presents, the assorted rolls of gift wrap, the chocolates and other candies in the dishes on the tables, and the aroma from the variety of cookies being baked, I think about the season. In today's society, there isn't much to see, at least at first sight, that reminds you of the season. Sure, all the department stores have had signs, sales, and decorations up for at least a month - and in some of the stores, since before Halloween. I watch and read the news daily.
People are hateful, mean, cruel, and savage.
In South Carolina a few weeks ago, a Marine recruiter took his kids out of school early one day and savagely killed them. To me, Christmas isn't about presents. It isn't about cookies, candies, and singing. It's about a little baby, born in a manger about 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem. The Christmas season, to me, is about the hope offered by the Christ child as he grew up and died for the sins of the world.