Terminal Thoughts


Nothing says “Christmas” like an airport terminal.

All of these faces, all of these different lives intertwining with each other if only for a moment. Angsty individuals running scared to their next destination. Heartbroken souls wishing that this Christmas didn’t have to be spent by a grave. Terrified spectators dreading the takeoff and only wishing that the landing would be here already (this guy). To others it’s just another day at the proverbial office.

Amazing.

Christmas is a season of giving, right? Christmas is a time of remembering what’s important. So, why has this country turned it into the most stressful, unforgiving, thankless times of the year?

I mean, we’ve all seen the horror stories on the news of Americans beating each other over the head for the new Buzz Lightyear toy. Oh, am I 15 years too late? Oops.

I’ve walked into the mall in Winston on very few occasion these last few days and have been mortified at how insane life becomes. People rushing from one place to the other; pushing, shoving, yelling at the person vying for the same body lotion. It’s almost as if our entire existence, our entire worth, is bent and defined by the things we buy. As if our materials define our value. As if the gifts we give somehow validate our existence.

What if no presents were given this Christmas?

Burn me at the stake. Call me Scrooge…Grinch…It doesn’t matter. Think about it though…What if? I believe that we’d be forced to remember what’s real. I think we’d actually have to stare someone in their eyes and tell them that we love them instead of letting our money do the talking.

God forbid.

I don’t have anything against gifts. In fact, I intend on making sure my loved ones know my love through this area of self expression. What I refuse to do is allow my money (or lack thereof) to define my love for the ones that mean the most. I refuse to forget Christ in favor of my stressful binging. I will not get “bent out of shape” just because I couldn’t get that one thing for that one person so they could think I’m cool…

Get the point?

I sincerely want to remember the real reason (I hate cliches and this one is gonna sting…bare with me) “for the season”. Christ gave of himself for the betterment of the entire human race. He sacrificed himself so that we could have something we don’t deserve. With that said, I believe giving is a vital piece to Christmas. If you’re not giving you’re doing it wrong. I guess my issue is the motivation.

I sincerely hate the involuntary feeling that I’m obligated buy gifts. Materialism isn’t allowed to tell me what to do and how to do it. That’s Christ’s job and He tells me to give out of love and sacrifice. So that’s what I will do. I will give of my time, my emotions, and my materials to show someone I love them.

You should too.

As I sit here thinking and listening to this song on repeat, I can’t help but want to post some of these lyrics.

“Though all the wealth of men was mine to squander
And towers of ivory rose beneath my feet
Were palaces of pleasure mine to wander
The sum of it would leave me incomplete

Though every soul would hold my name in honor
And truest love was always by my side
My praises sung by grateful sons and daughters
My soul would never still be satisfied

It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
I could right all wrongs, or ravage
Everything beneath the sun
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
Though all would bow to me
Till I could drink my fill of fear and love
It’s not enough, it’s not enough”

Dustin Kensrue

So, while I watch people inside of this terminal I can’t help but desire to encourage you (and myself) to remember what’s worth it. Your materials aren’t your defining quota. What Christ has done for you and what He is doing in you defines you.

Priorities, America…

Priorities

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