Seven Reasons We MIGHT Open The Doors of Our Lives to Others – Reason #3: To Calm Fears

Twin Towers, Sept. 11, 2001

Everyone was afraid on the morning of September 11, 2001. We watched our televisions in horror as the Twin Towers fell and the Pentagon burned. We couldn’t believe how little was left of the plane and the people that went down in a Pennsylvania field.

 Things changed that morning. Strangers in hotel lobbies in countries around the world suddenly turned to speak to each other. Office workers taking elevators to their high-rise offices in New York City and cities everywhere did not on this day just stare at the numbers above the elevator doors; they wondered aloud and to each other what was going on and what it all meant.

My usually fearless 32 year-old son called from his apartment in Denver and asked, “What’s happening to the world, Dad?” We talked for several minutes exchanging ideas about who did it, how it happened, and what else would come to pass as a result of the terrible events of the morning. We resolved little, but we did bring a measure of calm to each other’s fears.

The fears caused by the terror of September 11 opened doors of communication between people who seldom spoke or even noticed each other. You remember, don’t you, how easy it was to ask a perfect stranger, “So, what do you think of what happened today?” Everyone responded. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone was afraid.

Less startling fears also cause us to open our lives to each other. Several years ago on a flight to Atlanta my seat-mate, a complete stranger, talked non-stop for two hours. Finally, near the end of the flight, she revealed what caused her constant conversation: she was going to the funeral of her sister and had been out of touch with her family for many years. She was afraid, so she willingly told me things she had ever told few people on earth. Why? It helped her process her conflicting emotions. It calmed her nerves.

A little closer to home, we establish relationships with our neighbors because we want them to watch our house, to know our kids, to feed our cat when we’re gone, and generally understand our comings and goings. We might even exchange house keys, and inform each other of our weekly schedules. It makes us feel safer if we know that they know something about us and we know something about them.

Psychologists tell us that talking helps understand our fears. Once we understand what we fear, we fear less. So in a time of crisis it is easier to turn to a loved one or even a stranger for a calming word, an insight into the confusion around us, or for an expression of hope.

We need clarity in the midst of confusion because our fears are really only unanswered questions, misunderstood facts, or confused data. Once they are answered, understood and clarified, our fears recede.

But isn’t it interesting that information alone does not allay our fears. We need a trustworthy someone with whom we can talk things through before our fears begin to subside. To know facts is one thing, to make clear their meaning with our own private reality takes some talking.

All fears, no matter how big or small, become conquerable when we share them with others. They help us see things in a new light and are there to gently calm us as they listen.

And so we talk, and blessed we are when we find someone to listen.

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PS: Fear is not a bad thing. It exists for our protection as an early warning signal. There is, however, a big difference between the healthy fear that tells us to step back from the edge of a cliff and a constant fear that keeps us from living and loving life.

Steve Litt

If you need serious help in dealing with your fears, I recommend family and marriage therapist Steve Litt. You can contact him at www.SmarterRelationships.com.

Seven Reasons We MIGHT Open The Doors of Our Lives to Others – Reason #2: To Abate Loneliness

Lusaka, Zambia was our final destination. Since it was our first time outside the United States the few days spent in London, Paris, Rome and now Athens had left our bodies confused by time changes, our minds exhausted by currency transactions, and our hearts longing for the good old USA.

 For some unexplained reason our flight from Athens to Lusaka was delayed. Our planeload of anxious passengers was herded into a small holding room in the Athens airport to await further instructions.

SappFamily AfricaMy wife and I held hands and spoke quietly to our two toddler children as we wondered what the delay was all about. Even if some of the passengers knew what was going on, how could we find out? We didn’t speak Greek or Italian, or any of the other European languages. Heck, we could hardly understand the British people when we were in London. We acted brave, but we were afraid because we were in a strange land and we were alone.

Unexpectedly, we heard the handsome couple sitting across from us speak to each other and to their two children in English, but not just any old kind of English, it was American English! Like us, they had no strange accent such as we heard in England, nor were they hard to understand like the French, nor were they unable to speak The World’s Language like many of the people we had met trying to find our way to the Vatican in Rome.

They spoke American English; and for us poor, lost, tired sojourners, there was no sweeter sound. Without hesitation we introduced ourselves and were happy to discover that this nice couple and their two middle-school aged children were on their way to the same place we were – Lusaka, Zambia.

Suddenly we were no longer alone; we had friends, people like us. People who looked like us, talked like us, and even shared a concern for their immediate future just like us.

With great ease, we opened our lives to each other. We shared our fears about the unknown reasons for our flight delay, we talked of those we left behind and wondered about the new people we were about to meet in the heart of Africa and Zambia’s capital city. We learned about each other’s family, profession and each other’s interests without wondering about how these newly-met acquaintances would use the information that was shared.

We were quick to open the doors of our lives and let these strangers in because we were alone and wanted someone to help us abate the loneliness. As a result, we created a nearly decade-long friendship that ended only because our friends divorced, one moved to Costa Rica and the other to Oregon.

Our Creator was the first to recognize humankind’s need for friendship when he said, “It is not good for man to be alone,” and he created woman. Good job, God! I hate to quote Barbara Streisand on almost anything, especially in the same paragraph where I quote God, but she was right when she sang, “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”

But loneliness does not happen only in foreign airports. It also happens in beautiful suburban homes where one can feel isolated in the middle of a busy family of four children and an over-scheduled mate. Whether far away on foreign soil, or right in our own back yard, we need a friend with whom we can share our thoughts and feelings, someone who will calm our fears and joy in our success, someone who will abate our sense of being alone.

The great writer C.S. Lewis said, “Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”

7 Reasons We MIGHT Open the Doors of Our Lives to Others

Here’s an experiment in human relations you can do: Walk down the street and as you pass people, smile at them and attempt to engage their eyes without a greeting. Very few people will actually look at you and acknowledge that you are on the same planet let alone within an arm’s length of each other.

We tend to lock the doors of our lives for the same reason we lock the doors to our homes, to keep us safe from unwanted, unknown intruders. Even though most of us don’t look like axe murderers, the strangers we pass by everyday seldom acknowledge us nor do we acknowledge them. We feel safer when we move at a quick pace with our arms crossed about our chest and our eyes cast downward. It’s the natural thing to do, I suppose, to protect our selves. And who’s to criticize, what with all the nightly news reports of kidnappings, murders, and bizarre incidents.

I’m not talking about the acute fear of strangers referred to as Xenophobia; I’m talking about the normal, everyday experience of protecting ourselves from those we don’t know or don’t want to know. Socially healthy people willingly open a door or two of their hearts from time to time.

I’ve identified seven reasons socially healthy people open their private heart doors to others. They are: to play, to abate loneliness, to calm fears, to work, to solve problems, to grow, and to love. I will discuss one area each week for the next six weeks. Here’s the first…

 The First Time We Open Our Lives to Others is to Play

It was a hot day in August, 1956 in Council Bluffs, Iowa when I saw a moving truck at the big white house across our back yard and on the other side of the street. Two boys playingAfter the truck left I noticed a kid about my age sitting on the front porch steps. He looked terribly lonely there all by himself. I could almost feel him calling me to invite him over. Bravely, I walked through the vacant lot and up to his porch and introduced myself. He was quite happy to have found a new friend in this big town he had just moved to.

As children we actually ache for friendship, so are quite good at welcoming strangers into our lives. We want playmates. We ask our mother if we can go over to our friend’s house to play or if they can come and spend the night with us. As we grow, we let others into our lives to play when we join a club, play team sports, or develop personal friendships based on hobbies or other leisure pursuits.

And it’s good for us. When we play we learn about life. We learn to share, to win, to lose, to fight, to make peace, and to compromise. We discover that people are different and that some are nice and some are not. We discover appropriate and inappropriate behavior.

Through play and friendship we discern the unwritten laws of the relational universe. We find outlets for our aggression, we develop problem solving skills, we find relief from stress, we learn about our own likes and dislikes.

As we age, we become more cautious. As we “grew up” and as we played with others we learned that some people ridicule us, exclude us, ignore us, gossip about us, or find our tender spot and go out of their way to hurt us. So when outside of our comfort zone of trusted friends and loved ones, we fold our arms across our chest, cast our eyes downward, and pick up our pace.

Only if we could, like innocent children, interact and enjoy each other’s company without suspicion about intentions, uncertainty about the prudence of the connection, or fear of being hurt. Wouldn’t it be grand if we could regain our innocent, childlike interest in others? Our lives would be better and the world would be a better place to live, don’t you think?

PS: That boy I met over 40 years ago is still my friend – only now he’s my Facebook friend.

Next week: Reason No. 2: To Abate Loneliness

How do YOU Express Your Anger Part 2

Anger experts report that anger develops more often within marriages and families than anywhere else. The second most common place for episodes of anger is the work place. Did you need an expert to tell you that? While you may not need experts to tell you when and where you are angry, a little help in understanding how to deal with this powerful emotion can be helpful.

Last week I discussed BLOW OUT and STRIKE OUT as two ways people deal with anger. This week I’ll talk about three more ways people deal with anger.

FAKE OUT! The FAKE OUT way of dealing with anger is used by people who think they have to be nice all the time so they try to FAKE OUT others by repressing their anger and not dealing with it (denial). This is the “peace at any price” way. If you employ this method of anger expression (or lack of it) you will go through life frustrated by your false face and you will never have your own needs met. You will allow people walk all over you for the sake of momentary tranquility.

What to do about it? Take a risk and tell the offending person how they are impacting your life.

SNUFF OUT! Here I’m talking about people who on the one hand act as if everything is fine while beneath the surface they seethe with resentment. If someone makes them angry they SNUFF OUT (repress) their real feelings and relegate them to their quiet, restrained inner self where they churn and burn, agitate and exasperate.

Psychologists call them “passive-aggressive;” they appear passive while they think aggressive. Their aggressiveness, however, is not usually expressed directly. It is expressed subtly and indirectly by stubbornness, procrastination, cynicism, or the intentional failure to do requested tasks. For example, someone who uses SNUFF OUT to express their anger will create unusual delays in getting ready for a party they do not want to attend. It is their quiet way (passive) of expressing their anger (aggressive).

This kind of behavior has a negative impact on almost everyone, especially the one practicing it. It will undermine your most valuable relationships and prevent you from taking the action necessary to solve real and present problems. It can impact you both personally and professionally.

What to do about it? Convince yourself that it’s OK to be angry and even more OK to not allow others to ruin your life with their negative and nasty behavior. If you are being treated unfairly, speak out! Get in the habit of gently expressing your anger so others don’t take advantage of you.

PULL OUT!  Some people prefer to avoid anger altogether and walk away; so they PULL OUT. They are able to escape from the people or the situation that is causing them grief but they never resolve the conflict. Are those who PULL OUT not angry? Of course they are, but they won’t admit it. They are probably angry most of the time because their needs are never met. Many turn the anger against themselves and some suffer depression and even serious physical ailments.

What to do about it? Anger avoiders need to learn to get in touch with this very real emotion. They need to learn to be assertive in dealing with others. They must secure a proper view of themselves and their place in this world; they must correct their mistaken beliefs about anger.

Next week I will discuss the sixth way to express anger – and it is the right way, it is the way that brings healing and wholeness to your relationships. See you next week.

NOTICE: If you are experiencing nearly uncontrollable anger, you may need to seek professional help. I recommend family therapist Steve Litt at www.SmarterRelationships.com

 

How do YOU Express Anger?

What’s your favorite way to express anger?

Traffic jams, rude customers, unkind co-workers, critical employers, ungrateful children, an insensitive mate all can make us mad; some with very little effort. How you express your anger will determine whether these important relationships will bloom or wilt, strengthen or weaken?

What is your favorite way to express anger?

There are six common ways to express anger: BLOW OUT, STRIKE OUT, FAKE OUT, SNUFF OUT, PULL OUT and SPEAK OUT. I will discuss two this week (BLOW OUT and STRIKE OUT), three next week (FAKE OUT, SNUFF OUT, AND PULL OUT), then the third week I will discuss positive ways to express this negative emotion.

BLOW OUT! Most people call this losing your temper. For many years this was my preferred method of expressing discontent with people and situations. I would explode by screaming at everyone and everything nearby and all without a moments warning. The bad news was it was ugly; the good news was it was brief. After the storm passed by, the calm set in but like a tornado, it damaged only those that were in my path.

If you use BLOW OUT to express your anger you have already done and said some pretty stupid things; many that have had long-term negative impacts on the people you know and love the most.

Know this: everyone around you is afraid of you. They do not want to see you explode and will do what they can to keep it from happening, including taking advantage of every chance to avoid being with you for any length of time. Speaking from personal experience I can tell you this: Your BLOW OUT problem is not everyone else’s problem it’s yours.

What to do about it? Get control of your temper. You’re an adult now; you no longer have to act like a three-year-old.

STRIKE OUT! Some people become aggressive when they are angry. Road rage is the result of STRIKE OUT anger. Someone cuts you off in traffic and BANG, your hands grip the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white, you start cursing heaven and earth while you blare your horn with the singular intention of teaching that so-and-so what driving is all about.

This kind of belligerent anger comes from the presupposition that you are always right and everyone else is an idiot. You think you should always get what you want and you’ll stomp on anyone who gets in your way. And in the end, you will blame the other guy for making you mad.

What to do about it? Get a life. The world does not revolve around you. You are not always right, the fact is, your STRIKE OUT behavior is proof that you may be a much bigger idiot than the guy in the next car or the people who share your home. Stop making so many unrealistic demands on other people and take a deep breath. When something nasty happens to you try smiling instead of snarling, laughing instead of cursing.

Next week we’ll take on the other three favorite ways people express their anger. Will you join me then? If not, I’m liable to get really mad, blow my top, kick the cat, punch the wall and blame you for your inability to comprehend how great a writer I am. Ooooops, there I go again, proving the point it’s much easier to preach a sermon than it is to live one.

See you next week. I promise to be nice. Really … I promise.

Hypocrite!

“Hypocrite!” That’s a charge oft heard by people who believe something and then

Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits. ~Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar for 1894

because of their human weaknesses somehow fail to live up to the standards they have set for themselves or others. So the other day I decided to study the word to discover what those ugly nine letters are all about.

The word hypocrite comes from the Greek word which is pronounced almost exactly as we pronounce it today. Its origin was in the ancient Greek theater where actors wore masks to hide their real faces while they played the parts of others – they were pretenders or hypocrites. Fortunately the word no longer applies to those who perform on the stage but to those who pretend in everyday life.

I think you would agree that there are many hypocrites out there but not just in the church (where there are, I must admit, plenty).

There’s a guy somewhere who had the Ten Commandments tattooed on his back. He must have been quite religious, don’t you think? My thought was why didn’t he have them tattooed upside down on his stomach where he could review them from time to time?

Have you noticed the athletes who genuflect before they step up to bat or who, right after they make a touchdown, take a knee and bow as if they are praying? Is it possible that this, for some, is just a show? I do.

The most common hypocrisy among politicians are the wealthy elite who get elected then raise taxes while they do everything possible to avoid paying taxes on their billion dollar estates. Then there’s the politician that runs on the platform that he is “pro life” but when the opportunity to confirm a judge that might vote to outlaw abortions he suddenly does something different. Pretenders. Hypocrites.

Main Street business people too: A great preacher of the last century observed, “When you see a man with a great deal of religion displayed in his shop window, you may depend upon it he keeps a very small stock of it within.” – Charles H. Spurgeon

Some of the worst hypocrites are the rappers and rockers who denigrate women, call for cops to be killed, promote drug use, and wallow in all kinds of depravity while they wear big gold crosses around their necks and perform using religious icons as props.

Some years ago a man was absolutely insistent that his daughter have a lavish wedding invoking all the blessings of the church on the marriage of his daughter. He spared no expense to see that the clergyman involved would provide the religious blessings he thought important to the event.

On the day of the wedding the father, along with the rest of the family, showed up by droves to the wedding. They were all decked out in their tuxedos and lovely dresses and a special group piety put on for the hour or so they were at the church. The congregation even added their “amen” to the clergyman’s prayers.

Yet everyone in attendance was a hypocrite, a phony, a person who pretended to have moral or religious beliefs that he/she did not actually possess. You see, the family owned a chain of porno theaters in a nearby city and everyone at the church knew it except the clergyman. It was all a show.

And now, what about you and me? We are hypocrites as well for we have pretended a level of piety that belied the reality of our every-day lives. Each of us have said one thing and done another – often. We have all preached sermons to others with no intention of applying them to our own lives. We have each demanded justice for the other but mercy for ourselves.

Since hypocrisy is a matter of pretending to be one kind of person while being another, I’m afraid we are all quite guilty. And since we are all hypocrites could it be said that the one who detests hypocrisy the most may be the biggest hypocrite of all?

The World Didn’t End on Schedule

The world didn’t end on Friday, Dec. 21, 2012 like the Mayan calendar indicated. I wasn’t surprised, were you?

For the weeks preceding the Mayan doomsday date the National Aeronautic and Space Administration calmed fears among those who thought a bunch of Mayans a few millennia ago could predict the end of the world. I’m thinking they didn’t predict anything. I’m thinking they got tired of chopping calendars out of stone and went home for supper. I mean, how many calendars into the future do you really need?

One of many Mayan Calendars.

It would be like printing out on our laser printer calendars for the next 4 thousand years – only printing them with a computer would be a heck of a lot easier than chopping them out of stone with little birds and leaves and snakes and stuff like that.

The Mayan Calendar is a little confusing to me. I’ve seen pictures of it and it looks like a wheel with some strange dude sitting in the middle surrounded by little icons towards the outside of the wheel. The icons look kind of like the first television set we had back in the 1950s.

They say the Mayans were pretty good at astronomy even though they didn’t have powerful telescopes to watch the stars. But think about it, what else was there to do at night? They didn’t have electricity and there was no TV. So what to do? They looked at the stars – it was almost the best nighttime entertainment available.

The smarter Mayans, probably the ones who went to MIT, the distinguished Mayan Institute of Technology, to get their PhD in astronomy, studied carefully the patterns of the stars. Their observations resulted in that cute carved rock with the little circle of symbols called the Mayan calendar.

Here’s an idea: I think I’ll claim Mayan ancestry and pick up where they left off. I could tell folks that my great-great-great great grandfather was a Mayan Indian chief. I think I could pull it off because I do have high cheek bones. Heck it was a good enough story for some goofy college professor to get elected to the U.S. Senate in Massachusetts, so why wouldn’t it work for me?

Then I could spend a few days figuring out all the signs of the times revealed by the chaos, death, disease and warmongering around the world using Google Search. Next I could create some mystical math equations decipherable only by me because of my superior Mayan heritage intelligence, and then, and this is where the plan comes together, I could predict the next date for the end of the world and describe earth’s final days and its attendant cataclysmic disasters!

This whole gig could be very popular and gain me a tremendous amount of attention because people love disasters. Remember the movie “Poseidon Adventure”, and “The Towering Inferno” with Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway, then “Earthquake” and “Outbreak” and “The Day After Tomorrow”? Blockbuster movies all!

The public seems to like that kind of stuff and some folks will believe anything. So maybe I should declare myself a Mayan, affirm I have a superior and mystical intellect; then start to hold meetings at midnight somewhere on a mountaintop in Colorado. After gaining a few followers I could then declare the next date for the world to end!

Would you join me? Gee, I hope not.

But what about the very serious notion that someday the world will end? It will end, of that I’m certain, “but no one knows the hour or the day these things will happen.” As far as I’m concerned it can end anytime God decides to push the button or pull the plug or light the fire or sound the trumpet. Whenever he wants to do it, I’m ready.

Are you?

Top Ten WORST Christmas Songs

What was the first Christmas song you remember singing?

If you went to Sunday school as a child it’s likely that it was “Away in a Manger.”

Manger Scene

You remember how it goes, don’t you?

Away in a Manger no crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

 I nominate this song, first sung in the late 1800s, as the BEST Christmas song ever written. Why? Because it tells the simple story of the birth of Jesus and it refers to him as “Lord.” Why is that important? Because it is an appellation that belongs only to that little baby who grew up to live a perfect and sinless life, die on a cross for the sins of mankind, be buried in a tomb and then to rise again from the dead three days later. It all proved that “the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay” really was and is Lord of all.

No wonder we sing that song with such reverence and awe. It reminds us of the story of God’s love for you and me and how far He is willing to go to tell us how much he loves us.

But that’s not the title of this article. The title says you are going to read about the ten WORST Christmas song ever written. So let’s get on with it, shall we?

Here is my list for the Top 10 Worst Christmas Songs Ever Written

  • 10 – “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” I think the Jackson 5 recorded this song if memory serves me right and it sounded pretty good. But let’s face it: no one likes a snitch so it makes the Top 10.
  • 9.  – “Do you Hear What I Hear?” By Bing Crosby. Now I know many of you are going to ask, “So who’s Bing Crosby?” but I don’t have the time to explain it to you. I put this song on the list for one big reason: it is boring.
  • 8. – “The Little Drummer Boy.” What does “Pa rum pa pump um” mean? I’m just not sure and then there’s the fact that there was no “little drummer boy” in the Christmas story so some guy just made it up and inserted him into the nativity.
  • 7. – “All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth.” When Mariah Cary recorded this one as a duet with Justin Bieber it was cause for entry into the Top Ten Worst.
  • 6. – “Love on Layaway.” I was in WalMart when this one came on and I thought what a great song for shopping! Yuck.
  • 5. – “Jingle Bell Rock.” I can sing most of the song and it is fun, but whenever I do I wonder, “What’s a jingle horse?”
  • 4. – “All I want for Christmas is YOU!” This song sung by Mariah Carey is loud, noisy and selfish. Doesn’t sound like Christmas to me.
  • 3. – “Baby it’s Cold Outside” – This isn’t a Christmas song at all, it’s just played during the season. It’s silly and smarmy, and when I hear it sung by the two guys in the “Glee Cast” version, it is down-right creepy and before they are done, I get nauseous.
  • 2. – “Santa Baby” by Madonna. Come on, we all know Madonna is a complete fraud as a singer. Eartha Kitt’s version was sweet and gentle, but we all know that Madonna can’t sing.  And what’s with these words, “Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me?” Madonna wants a fur for Christmas? I thought she was some kind of an environmentalist?
  • And now the Number One worst Christmas song ever written – drum roll please: “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

“Wait a minute,” you scream at me, “That’s my favorite song of all! I have all the words memorized! Why is ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’ the worst Christmas song ever written?”

Here are three reasons this is the worst Christmas song ever written:

First of all, parents use this song to parent instead of parenting themselves.

What parent hasn’t repeated the words of this song to get their children to shut up or stop fighting or clean their room or do their homework?

Second, it teaches children that Christmas is all about getting more stuff and has nothing to do with giving. What do we think Santa does most of the year and especially in those fast-moving days between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve? He’s making a list and checking it twice! It makes it look like Santa is some kind of cosmic bully with a clip board running around taking notes of every nasty thing children think or do.

Every kid knows that if you want some really good stuff you better buck up and behave yourself because Santa’s got stuff! They’ve all seen Santa’s workshop and they can name several of the elves he hires to make toys and candy and all those fun things advertised on TV.

Heck, I want to be on Santa’s list, don’t you?

The third, and most important reason this is the worst Christmas song ever written is because in young children’s minds Santa Claus is an early surrogate for God.

Kids innately know that the only person who “sees you when you’re sleeping and

Angry Santa

knows when you’re awake and knows when you’ve been bad or good” is God and for at least the month of December, Santa is an acceptable alternative.

So does this song teach children that God is loving, kind and forgiving or that he is grumpy and judgmental?

Lots of people have the idea that God is out to get them – could that idea have taken root when they learned this silly song? The song positions Santa as some sort of clairvoyant giant Gotcha god hiding behind some curtain or lurking in the darkness just waiting to catch you doing something you shouldn’t do or thinking something you shouldn’t think or saying something you shouldn’t say.

This false idea of God gets burned on the imagination of little children with the line, “He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.” And every little kid on earth knows one thing for sure…that it’s very difficult to “be good for goodness sake.”

So in their most impressionable years God becomes this judgmental, hypercritical ogre who is impossible to please and who is hell-bent on stifling every fun thing anyone wants to do! After all, what fun is it to always be a good little boy or girl? Every kid wants to use some of those nasty words Uncle Bill uses when he works on his car. And what kid doesn’t want to take something that’s not theirs or try to do some of the things they watch big people do in the movies or on TV?

Kids learn early that it’s impossible to be good enough to please Santa Clause to the degree you get everything on your Christmas list. Why? Because He knows everything – even those secret things no other person on earth knows.

And that is a characteristic of God. It’s called omniscience and it means infinite knowledge.

While omniscience is a true characteristic of God, it is not the key godly characteristic revealed in the Christmas story. Christmas does not teach, “He knows when you are sleeping and he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.” No, instead it teaches the characteristic of God that, “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake and he loves you not because you are bad or good but because he created you for his own sake.”

Christmas teaches us that in the midst of our goodness and our badness, God always loves us. And the Bible says that “There is no fear in love. But perfect loves drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”

Guilt and fear, the basis for “Santa Clause is Coming to Town”, makes us think that God may be mad at us. But he isn’t mad at us, he loves us. Because God loves us we don’t have to be afraid of Him when things go wrong; but rather we can run to him with our fears and guilt and with our deepest sorrows and find in him the peace and joy that some of the best Christmas songs celebrate.

Do you remember what the angles said to the shepherds the day Jesus was born? They said, “Do not be afraid!” Here’s why: Jesus came to rescue us, not frighten us. That’s why we sing,

I love Thee, Lord Jesus look down from the sky,
And stay by my side, ‘til morning is nigh.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And take us to heaven to live with Thee there!

 Now that does not sound like “you better watch out, you better not cry you better not pout I’m telling you why.” It sounds more like “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

 © 2013 by Dr.Ron Ross All Rights Reserved
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Somewhere Along the Way Help a Brother

Guest post by Clifford Sampier

The man ahead of me at the supermarket placed his items on the counter and watched as the checker did her work. He laid down his money to pay for his groceries when the checker said, “Sir, you don’t have enough money here.” Embarrassment swept over him.       

As he fumbled through his pockets looking for some more cash my mind raced back to a Christmas day in the 1960s. After church in Oklahoma my wife and our two children headed for New Mexico to have Christmas with my parents. I knew things were not exactly right with my cooling system but it was Christmas Day and we were going to Grandma’s house. Besides that, I didn’t have the money to fix the car so we headed west by faith.

Less than 100 miles out of town the car began to heat up and soon was steaming hot. I pulled to the side of the road, raised the hood, and once the steam cleared I could see I had blown a gasket. There was nothing I could do.

We sat there for over an hour and watched a few cars go by but none bothered to stop and offer help. Even if I could limp my car back to town nothing would be open because it was Christmas. We were stranded.

Then it happened. An old model dilapidated Buick pulled in behind us and a big black man with a face full of grin got out and approached me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Your car overheatin’?”

Once he looked under the hood he said, “We’ll brother, that ain’t serious.” He went to the back of his car and got a few tools and piece of inner-tube. He pulled the block off, scraped the old gasket off, molded the inner-tube where the factory made gasket once was, and bolted the block back in place.

He got some water from somewhere (to this day I can’t remember where) and poured it in the radiator. He then advised me that I could be on my way and that I should expect to have no further trouble.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked.

He replied, “Nothin’. It’s Christmas Day, ain’t it?” He smiled from ear to ear as he got back into his car. Then rolling down his window he said, “Somewhere along the way, help a brother.”

Standing on the side of the road I thanked him profusely. Curious to know, I asked him how long the inner-tube gasket would last. I can still hear his happy voice, “I don’t know, I’ve been driving with them for years.” He waved farewell and drove off with a “Merry Christmas!” We made it to Grandma’s house though a bit late but with no further problems.

I have never forgotten this kind stranger’s call to “somewhere along the way…help a brother.” His kindness expressed so many years ago caused me to reach into my pocket and lay down a $10 bill on the supermarket counter. I told the checker to take what was necessary to pay for the man’s groceries.

When he offered to pay me back I felt it inappropriate to explain everything. “Don’t mind about that, my friend.” I said as I gently touched his shoulder, “Somewhere along the way help a brother.”

Clifford Sampier lives in Littleton, Colo.

Silent Night – You’re Kidding, Right?

Isn’t everyone’s favorite Christmas carol “Silent Night”? When we sing it we always use that soft breathy voice that indicates we understand and enjoy the beauty of silence. A few seconds after the “Amen” we’re back to the reality of the noisy world we live in.

Look, no listen to all the noise we hear every day.Silence

- We get up in the morning and immediately turn on the TV or radio.

- Even the shortest journey in our car is accompanied with the noise of a high-end automotive sound system.

- Some of you wear a new kind of head jewelry called “Bluetooth Technology” or I-pods that pipe noise directly into your head.

- Most stores play “background” music and some even broadcast extra-loud advertisements on strategically placed TVs throughout their stores.

- Now farmers no longer have to plow in silence because their tractors come equipped with quality sound systems.

We may breathlessly sing, “Silent night”, but we live in the noisiest society in history. So I’m calling for a little silence, a little peace and quiet, an uninterrupted hour or two with absolutely no noise. But I’m not only calling for it, I’m seeking it, I’m trying to create it.

Yesterday the wife went to the Mall which meant the house was going to be empty for at least two hours. “Ahhh…some peace and quiet”, I thought as I made my way to my favorite recliner and settled down for an uninterrupted hour of silence. I kicked the footrest out so I could lie nearly prostrate in the plush comfort of the chair. It took a few minutes to get comfortable and settle in and soon my eyes closed as I enjoyed the superb sound of silence; it was marvelous.

Unfortunately, silence is not easy to find, what with several phones in every home, TVs in every room, children, co-workers, machinery, barking dogs, etc. Perhaps the reason it is so difficult to find a place of silence is because of the high value of a little peace and quiet. You see, valuable things are always scarce, and silence can be very valuable.

Here are four reasons that silence is valuable:

First of all, silence rests the mind. The constant noise of life tires the brain and weakens its ability to do the work it is designed to do. Silence renews and refreshes the brain for more productive, creative labor.

Second, silence improves conversation. We have all been around someone who just plain flat talks too much, who wears us out with their words. Someone once said, “He had occasional flashes of silence that made his conversation perfectly delightful.”  The best conversationalists are those who know how to listen.

Silence settles arguments. You can stop a raucous argument or quiet down an angry person with silence. “Silence” said Josh Billings, “is one of the hardest arguments to refute.”

And last, silence preserves integrity. One hundred years before the birth of Christ a writer penned, “I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.”* We have all said at one time or another, “I wish I would have just kept my big mouth shut.” Mark Twain said it best, “Tis better to be silent and thought a fool, than to speak up and remove all doubt.”

But if silence bothers you and you find it hard to endure, do not worry, the noise will return soon enough. My quiet silence was broken by the most annoying sound ever invented by man – the ringtone on my cellphone.

*Publilius Syrus

©Copyright 2012 Dr. Ronald Ross