Christmas…it’s a word that for millions brings joy, excitement, and fond memories. The excitement of waking up and finding presents under the tree, of Christmas dinner, and cookies. I used to be one of those people…I used to enjoy this holiday the magic and excitement, the spectacle and the grandeur of it all. I am not one of those people anymore…call me Scrooge or the Grinch…but Christmas is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Throughout my lifetime, I have been told on a fairly consistent basis that I am arrogant. This has generally been said to me by those above me in status, position, or authority…very rarely has this been said to me by my peers.
There are periods in all of our lives where grief, trial, tribulation, and hardship become a focal point of our lives. This generally occurs with little warning seemingly sideswiping us and leaving us completely disoriented.
When you are reading through the New Testament there is one phrase that seems to have a constant presence within the text. It is especially seen in one author in particular, who uses this verse at the beginning or the end of almost every epistle he writes. That author would be none other than Paul of Tarsus.