Another Christmas is upon us. We have scurried about getting those last-minute gifts. We anxiously await those presents to be opened. Through it all, the crowds and the traffic, we made it so Christmas would be perfect. Guess what… it won’t be.. we are all a mess. This day is not about the gifts all wrapped with pretty red and green bows. The perfect Christmas happened over two thousand years ago. Ever since we have been missing its purpose. God gave us His ONLY Son to save our souls. Yet every year as we celebrate His birth we sell the very souls he came to save. If there is no Christmas in your heart there is no Christmas under the tree. Click To Tweet We spend money on things we don’t need and for what… to be the star of the show? Lavish gifts that sparkle and shine, we buy the latest fad just to be cool. Spending money, time and anxiety to find that perfect gift. Only to have it opened in seconds, a few oohs an awes and then set aside. This is not what Christmas is all about. We should take this time to seek forgiveness and healing. While others share the store-bought glitter, why not share from the heart what matters. Many families will be celebrating this day.. celebrating alone and lonely with regret and pain. That family member or friend that you have not talked to in a while. Why not call them on Christmas, a little sign you care. […]

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Walking down the street I walk down everyday I was taught a lesson by a man who had nothing. I saw him from a distance huddled up against the local CubeSmart storage building where I had seen him many times before.  Today was different, instead of continuing my normal route, I turned in his direction ensuring our paths would cross. It was a sunny day, one we had not had many of as of late.  As I approached him as he basked in the sunlight, he turned his gaze upon me.  His friendly eyes and big smile drew me in closer. I asked him how we was doing? That is all I said, he began to share with me the way he was enjoying the day and the sun upon his head.  Next to him were his tools in a bucket, a squeegee and some rags.  He made his living under the expressway, on the streets washing windows of those that passed by. He began to tell me a story of this little gecko that had come to visit.  It had snuck up to him along the wall and feasted upon three ants nearby.  He said as the gecko left, it stopped and swallowed its prey.  “At least I know he will eat good today”, he said with a grin. He asked me if I had any work that I needed done.  Unfortunately I didn’t, nor was I prepared for the question.  He said okay, I am going to head out now and earn my […]

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