About two weeks ago as our family headed home from church on a Wednesday night, my dad had a momentous announcement. We kids would get to open one of our Christmas presents early. And not just any present. The present addressed to all of us that had been stumping us for what seemed liked ages. We jumped out of the car and ran into the house like a pack of lions and tigers and bears were on our tail. We ran to the tree, grabbed the present, and started ripping. And *drumroll* there was the present we’d been waiting for. Our very own, and not to mention expensive, camcorder. So after about a week of screaming and yelling in frustration after we found out we bought discs that wouldn’t play in the camcorder, and almost breaking the thing in frustration, we finally figured it out. Now my bros and I are contemplating making a murder mystery. Guess who gets to be killed numerous times? So when I mention getting killed several times in one week, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Besides worrying about that, our grandparents are coming tomorrow, and all the usual Christmas bustle is going on. From worrying about whether someone will guess what present you got them from your obscure clues, as to whether you’ll get the flu, or as to whether Mom will like that custom made football you got her, there’s a lot to worry about over the Christmas season, things a lot more serious than what I mentioned. Even though it’s a great season, it’s still a great time to contemplate these verses from Matthew chapter 6. These are verses 25 and 27 "Therefore I tell you do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?....Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"
Now that’s good stuff.
P.S. If you bought your mom a custom football, it might be time to start worrying.
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