This season always sneaks up on me. Always. 31 years old, and Easter always blindsides me and takes me out at the knees. There are a few reasons for this. An obvious reason is that life is busy, and more often than not, I am just trying to get by, which means I let the important things slip my mind. Couple that with the fact that Easter is dependent on when Passover occurs (I don't know how to determine when Passover is without a calendar).
Another reason, which is more sad than the last, is that Easter, while commercialized, is not nearly as commercialized as Christmas. Just sit and soak in that for a minute. I have a difficult time remembering the day the Church has set aside to remember Christ's resurrection because it's not as heavily exploited as a holiday whose meaning is diminished without the other. (That might be a terrible sentence.) I shouldn't need something like that to help me remember something that I claim to be the focus of my life.
Two things give me encouragement: 1. I didn't totally forget about Easter. I may not do something like Lent to help me focus in the days before Easter or read the Crucifixion accounts on my own, but I went to Maundy Thursday and Good Friday services. I didn't make plans to visit family, but I gathered with my church family this morning, and tonight I am having dinner with a friend. 2. While I may sometimes forget about God, he does not forget about me. Never has, and never will. He loved me first, and that is certainly worth remembering.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Thoughts on Love
So Valentine's Day is this Sunday, and while this post is a collection of ideas, it is not entirely motivated by the day in question. I have had many of these ideas bouncing around for a while, and this time of year is a good excuse to put them down.
-Being 'in love' and loving someone are not the same at all. Being in love is more about attraction, and how somebody makes you feel. There's a place for that, especially in the initial stages of attraction, but it can't be the basis of a loving and enduring relationship. I mean that it literally can't; love is not based on good vibes and how you look in your jeans.
-Tying in to the previous point, real love involves sacrifice and commitment. Those warm feelings that your brain chemistry gives you when you are 'in love' are pretty much useless when your spouse has hurt you or you've hurt them. Those aren't going to be what keeps you together. I would hope that affection still exists after a long marriage, but I think it's foolish to think that it will be there all the time.
-Sometimes I don't believe that love exists. I know it does; the love between my parents is real, as well as the love they have for their children. The love that my brother has for his wife and their children is real. God's love is real. These are all things that I see examples of, tangible evidence. So I know love exists and it is in my life, but sometimes I still doubt its existence. Maybe it comes from being single for longer than I thought I would be, or unrealistic expectations from a myriad of sources. Bottom line is, sometimes I look around and have serious doubts about the existence of love, even though it has been proven true over and over.
-Nobody has ever tried to set me up on a blind date. I am both relieved and offended by this fact.
-My parents will often pray for 'Mrs. Karl', something that they have been doing since before I was born (evidence of the reality of love). I, however, have a difficult time praying for my future wife, because I am not sure she exists. Being a husband and father is one of the things that I want most in the world, but I do not believe that God has promised me a wife, and I do not want to put the desire for a wife and family before my desire for God. Recently, I asked my mother to change her prayer; I asked her to add a speedy arrival to the prayers for safety and character development. It's great if my 'future wife' isn't injured in a tornado and is becoming more Christlike, but I think it might help me more if she and I were in the same geographic location.
-I'm pretty sure I would rather die alone than use Christian Mingle.
-Sometimes I see couples flood social media with posts about how awesome the other person is and it gets frustrating. I am a super big fan of spouses loving each other, but you can compliment each other in person, too, and not wave it in my face. That's not anybody's intention, but sometimes it's hard enough to see other people who have something I want when they're not being obnoxious about it.
-While I am admittedly bitter about some things, I am a sucker for a good love song and a genuinely romantic movie.
So that's the end of my thoughts for right now. Buy some reduced price Valentine's candy on Monday; it tastes 100% better when it's 50% off.
-Being 'in love' and loving someone are not the same at all. Being in love is more about attraction, and how somebody makes you feel. There's a place for that, especially in the initial stages of attraction, but it can't be the basis of a loving and enduring relationship. I mean that it literally can't; love is not based on good vibes and how you look in your jeans.
-Tying in to the previous point, real love involves sacrifice and commitment. Those warm feelings that your brain chemistry gives you when you are 'in love' are pretty much useless when your spouse has hurt you or you've hurt them. Those aren't going to be what keeps you together. I would hope that affection still exists after a long marriage, but I think it's foolish to think that it will be there all the time.
-Sometimes I don't believe that love exists. I know it does; the love between my parents is real, as well as the love they have for their children. The love that my brother has for his wife and their children is real. God's love is real. These are all things that I see examples of, tangible evidence. So I know love exists and it is in my life, but sometimes I still doubt its existence. Maybe it comes from being single for longer than I thought I would be, or unrealistic expectations from a myriad of sources. Bottom line is, sometimes I look around and have serious doubts about the existence of love, even though it has been proven true over and over.
-Nobody has ever tried to set me up on a blind date. I am both relieved and offended by this fact.
-My parents will often pray for 'Mrs. Karl', something that they have been doing since before I was born (evidence of the reality of love). I, however, have a difficult time praying for my future wife, because I am not sure she exists. Being a husband and father is one of the things that I want most in the world, but I do not believe that God has promised me a wife, and I do not want to put the desire for a wife and family before my desire for God. Recently, I asked my mother to change her prayer; I asked her to add a speedy arrival to the prayers for safety and character development. It's great if my 'future wife' isn't injured in a tornado and is becoming more Christlike, but I think it might help me more if she and I were in the same geographic location.
-I'm pretty sure I would rather die alone than use Christian Mingle.
-Sometimes I see couples flood social media with posts about how awesome the other person is and it gets frustrating. I am a super big fan of spouses loving each other, but you can compliment each other in person, too, and not wave it in my face. That's not anybody's intention, but sometimes it's hard enough to see other people who have something I want when they're not being obnoxious about it.
-While I am admittedly bitter about some things, I am a sucker for a good love song and a genuinely romantic movie.
So that's the end of my thoughts for right now. Buy some reduced price Valentine's candy on Monday; it tastes 100% better when it's 50% off.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Expectation
A couple waits for the birth of their first child; while every child is special, this baby boy will be unlike anything or anyone the world has ever known.
A group of learned men from a foreign land are searching for a king, guided by prophecy and a light in the sky.
Shepherds, some of the least respected people in their society, are visited by Heaven’s messengers, invited to meet the King.
A nation waiting for a promised Savior.
A dying world crying out for relief.
What came was not what they were expecting; it was far more.
As I think on these things, I look back on this year and my own expectations. There were plenty of heartaches, plenty of prayers that seem to be answered with a ‘No’. There were great joys and victories as well.
Whether the good outweighed the bad, whether or not expectations were lived up to or exceeded, I am filled with the wonder of Christ, both the child and the man. Though I may lose sight of what is important more often than not, I have hope. This hope is the knowledge that Christ and his plan are always greater than what I think I want or need, that what he gives is always perfect.
May your hearts be filled with wonder and peace this season and every other.
A group of learned men from a foreign land are searching for a king, guided by prophecy and a light in the sky.
Shepherds, some of the least respected people in their society, are visited by Heaven’s messengers, invited to meet the King.
A nation waiting for a promised Savior.
A dying world crying out for relief.
What came was not what they were expecting; it was far more.
As I think on these things, I look back on this year and my own expectations. There were plenty of heartaches, plenty of prayers that seem to be answered with a ‘No’. There were great joys and victories as well.
Whether the good outweighed the bad, whether or not expectations were lived up to or exceeded, I am filled with the wonder of Christ, both the child and the man. Though I may lose sight of what is important more often than not, I have hope. This hope is the knowledge that Christ and his plan are always greater than what I think I want or need, that what he gives is always perfect.
May your hearts be filled with wonder and peace this season and every other.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Truth Not Lived
So my brother Adam challenged me to write blog posts in response to what he has been writing about. He posited this challenge months ago, has written a few posts and I in turn have done jack. I will provide a link to Adam's post so you can see what I am referencing. http://sinnersheart.blogspot.com/2014/04/we-meet-again-unfortunately-this-is-end.html
So one of the topics of that post is truth. The challenge is that I have to write either a direct response or something else on the theme, so I will be sharing some thoughts on truth that I have been wrestling with lately. Time to get this show on the road.
After much thought about the way I live my life, I have come to this conclusion: Truth not lived is truth not believed. If I believe something to be true yet my actions are in opposition to that thing, then I don't really believe it. I'm not talking about little things; this is not swearing when you stub your toe, even though you don't like profanity. Everyone has little moments where they are not their best, but these negative things don't always rule them. What I am talking about is more of a lifestyle of hypocrisy.
Confession time: I have a lot of fears. Not enclosed space fears or using public restroom fears, but the kind of big life fears that keep one up at night. Am I going to be single for the rest of this life? Where do I belong? Will I be able to be happy for other people again, even though they have something I want and don't have? Am I ever going to feel like a real adult?
Now part of me knows that having these kind of doubts isn't out of the ordinary; I am not the first to person to ever feel insecure. But when these fears are less of an occasional moment of doubt and more like a daily reality, that is where we have trouble.
This is trouble because this nagging fear is an affront to Jesus, who tells us that he is constant and can meet all our needs. When I spend countless hours worrying if I will die alone, I ignore Jesus' promise that he will never leave me or forsake me. When I don't try to do something because I am afraid that I will fail at it, then I am telling Jesus I don't believe he will be there to strengthen me or to pick me up if I do fall.
If I say that I believe that Jesus Christ is sovereign over all things but never actually step out as an act of trust, then I am a liar. Belief that does not result in action is not belief. I have let difficult circumstances effect how I live for far too long. It is time to start living like I mean it. Seacrest out.
So one of the topics of that post is truth. The challenge is that I have to write either a direct response or something else on the theme, so I will be sharing some thoughts on truth that I have been wrestling with lately. Time to get this show on the road.
After much thought about the way I live my life, I have come to this conclusion: Truth not lived is truth not believed. If I believe something to be true yet my actions are in opposition to that thing, then I don't really believe it. I'm not talking about little things; this is not swearing when you stub your toe, even though you don't like profanity. Everyone has little moments where they are not their best, but these negative things don't always rule them. What I am talking about is more of a lifestyle of hypocrisy.
Confession time: I have a lot of fears. Not enclosed space fears or using public restroom fears, but the kind of big life fears that keep one up at night. Am I going to be single for the rest of this life? Where do I belong? Will I be able to be happy for other people again, even though they have something I want and don't have? Am I ever going to feel like a real adult?
Now part of me knows that having these kind of doubts isn't out of the ordinary; I am not the first to person to ever feel insecure. But when these fears are less of an occasional moment of doubt and more like a daily reality, that is where we have trouble.
This is trouble because this nagging fear is an affront to Jesus, who tells us that he is constant and can meet all our needs. When I spend countless hours worrying if I will die alone, I ignore Jesus' promise that he will never leave me or forsake me. When I don't try to do something because I am afraid that I will fail at it, then I am telling Jesus I don't believe he will be there to strengthen me or to pick me up if I do fall.
If I say that I believe that Jesus Christ is sovereign over all things but never actually step out as an act of trust, then I am a liar. Belief that does not result in action is not belief. I have let difficult circumstances effect how I live for far too long. It is time to start living like I mean it. Seacrest out.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Just Some Random Thoughts
1. It's really easy to say that you don't think you deserve something when you believe that you are going to get it.
2. I really hate Timberlakeian apologies-'I'm sorry if you were offended by...', and hate when I make them myself.
3. I feel like you could tell most kids that 'The Hunger Games' trilogy takes place in Canada in the 1980's and very few would know you were lying.
4. This will be the year that Brad Pitt is named World's Sexiest Ax Murderer. Keep those bloody fingers crossed, Brad!
5. A particularly loud child got upset with me for being too noisy, and I proceeded to apologize and agree that it was no fun when somebody was very loud all of the sudden. I think she got my point because of all the all things toddlers appreciate, irony is #1.
2. I really hate Timberlakeian apologies-'I'm sorry if you were offended by...', and hate when I make them myself.
3. I feel like you could tell most kids that 'The Hunger Games' trilogy takes place in Canada in the 1980's and very few would know you were lying.
4. This will be the year that Brad Pitt is named World's Sexiest Ax Murderer. Keep those bloody fingers crossed, Brad!
5. A particularly loud child got upset with me for being too noisy, and I proceeded to apologize and agree that it was no fun when somebody was very loud all of the sudden. I think she got my point because of all the all things toddlers appreciate, irony is #1.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
End of the Year Stew
So it is mid-afternoon on December 31st, 2013. I have some different thoughts about this past year and the next. Here they are:
1.Facebook has a Year in Review feature that looks over all the things you have posted over the past year. I checked it out and honestly have no idea if I am encouraged or saddened by my Facebook activity.
2. I am not a big fan of New Year's Resolutions. One reason is because I seem to always break them rather quickly. The more important reason is that if there is something in your mind, heart, lunchbox, whatever, that you need to change, you should change it now. I get the whole idea behind it, a new year, new habits, but I think if we take charge and handle the issue now, we aren't treating it like something on daily checklist to mark off, we are treating it like it a real life thing that matters. This is doubley true for spiritual issues.
3. While I just said I don't really go in for New Year's resolutions, here are some things I suggest trying.
-Add the following phrases into everyday conversation: 'Not in my dojo!' 'Bow to your sensei!' 'It has begun-You are the Chosen One.'
4. The year 2013 was a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some it was full of joyous events, a veritable sheetcake of victory. For others it was just something to be survived, full of sorrow and disappointment. If 2013 was good for you, remember that it was God who made it this way and that He is source of all good and perfect things. If 2013 was anything but good, remember that God weeps with us in our despair and is as near or far as you allow Him to be.
God's Blessing be upon you as say goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014. I am praying for the best and eagerly anticipating whatever God has for me this year. I suggest you do the same.
1.Facebook has a Year in Review feature that looks over all the things you have posted over the past year. I checked it out and honestly have no idea if I am encouraged or saddened by my Facebook activity.
2. I am not a big fan of New Year's Resolutions. One reason is because I seem to always break them rather quickly. The more important reason is that if there is something in your mind, heart, lunchbox, whatever, that you need to change, you should change it now. I get the whole idea behind it, a new year, new habits, but I think if we take charge and handle the issue now, we aren't treating it like something on daily checklist to mark off, we are treating it like it a real life thing that matters. This is doubley true for spiritual issues.
3. While I just said I don't really go in for New Year's resolutions, here are some things I suggest trying.
-Add the following phrases into everyday conversation: 'Not in my dojo!' 'Bow to your sensei!' 'It has begun-You are the Chosen One.'
4. The year 2013 was a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some it was full of joyous events, a veritable sheetcake of victory. For others it was just something to be survived, full of sorrow and disappointment. If 2013 was good for you, remember that it was God who made it this way and that He is source of all good and perfect things. If 2013 was anything but good, remember that God weeps with us in our despair and is as near or far as you allow Him to be.
God's Blessing be upon you as say goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014. I am praying for the best and eagerly anticipating whatever God has for me this year. I suggest you do the same.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
I Am Not Sure What to Call This, but It's About Bad Christmas Songs.
So as the Christmas season is nearly over, I feel the need to get my lazy brains a' popping and share some thoughts. Now I think we all know that there are some bad Christmas songs out there. 'Rudolph' and 'Frosty' are devoid of any real meaning, but I don't care about those and pretty much avoid them. We all know that 'Santa Baby' is creepy (Santa Baby, my voice sounds like a UTI!) and the radio station should be changed immediately-if the buttons don't work fast enough, punch the stereo as hard as you can.
These are not the songs that I want to talk about. I want to talk about those tearjerker story songs that have become popular recently, both in the Christian and secular worlds. First, of course, I must mention 'The Christmas Shoes'. I don't want to mention 'The Christmas Shoes'; I want to forget it exists. I want it to never have existed in the first place. I. Hate. The. Christmas. Shoes.
In case you have not heard the song, seen the music video or the two (maybe three?) TV movies based on the song, 'The Christmas Shoes' is the story of a man who is standing in line at a store, days before Christmas, and is just not feeling the Spirit of the Season. Maybe it's the commercialism, the fast pace, or maybe the nagging feeling that he's about to end up in a crappy song; we don't really find out and it doesn't really matter. As he nears the front of the line, our haggard narrator encounters a little boy straight outta Dickens, a dirty little waif who doesn't have enough money to make his purchase: an inexpensive pair of shiny shoes for his mother. He wants them so badly because his mother is suffering from a terminal illness and wants her to have something nice to wear when she meets Jesus, which is probably going to take place in the next 25-30 minutes. Moved by the boy's plight, the narrator pays the rest of the amount; the sad little wretch runs off into the night and our narrator goes on to pat himself on the back harder than anyone has ever patted themselves on the back before.
Many people, Christian and non, have torn this song apart. Christian blogger, author, speaker, and part-time frozen yogurt chef Jon Acuff has written many anti-Christmas Shoes posts. Standup comedian Patton Oswalt has a hilarious but foul 10 minute tirade about this song, which includes a line about God not being able to stand someone being bummed out on His son's birthday, resulting in Him giving the boy's mom cancer to readjust the narrator's attitude. Lots of people dislike this song.
A new unfavorite Christmas tune of mine is 'Where's the Line to See Jesus?' Once again somebody doesn't have the right attitude about Christmas, and once again a random little boy saves the day, although this one hasn't been digging change out of the storm sewer to buy shoes. Our narrator is a woman this time, and as she is shopping for all those goodies she encounters a long line of kids waiting to see Santa Claus. From out of thin air comes a child who asks where the line to see Jesus is, because it's his birthday but nobody is paying attention to him.
As the narrator stops to ponder 'this message profound', the little boy vanishes into thin air, almost as fast as this song should have. The woman moves on about her day; she walks past a mission for the homeless and from the corner of her eye she catches that same little ghost child in line. Of course, when she turns back, he is gone, like my patience for this song.
Finally, she finds herself in front of one of those semi-lifesized light up plastic manger scenes and she stares at it contemplatively for roughly 4.5 seconds before the vanishing child ghost comes to visit her once more. This time, he is clearly pleased with her, because staring at a Nativity scene is clearly the same thing as having your heart in the right place. (I realize I am describing the music video; it helps to hit home the crappiness of this song)
So I have exhaustively described these two songs. I have told you I hate them. Here is why: I understand that the authors probably wanted to do something good and get people in a proper frame of mind but unfortunately fell short of their mark. In 'The Christmas Shoes' the narrator says that he believes God brought that boy into his life to remind him of Heaven's perfect love, which sounds nice but is entirely self-serving. So Mr. Narrator, you helped buy some inexpensive shoes for this little boy who desperately needs so much more, and that reminds you of 'Heaven's perfect love'? I say, maybe God brought this child into your life so you could reflect His love, which you immediately screwed up and then congratulated yourself. You didn't even offer him a ride to the hospital. It's like scoring the winning goal for the other team and then going out for pizza to celebrate.
The lady from 'Where's the Line to See Jesus?' does even less. When creepy ghost child asks the titular question, instead of being dumbfounded, she could have explained that we don't need to get in line to see Jesus, because he wants to live in our hearts and will if we let him. That way he is with us always. With a renewed focus on the true meaning of Christmas, the narrator calls her husband to say that she wants to return some of the gifts she bought today and give the money to a local homeless ministry, and maybe they could spend some time there on Christmas Day. When she happens upon a Nativity scene outside, she thanks God for the way that He helped realign her priorites and asks Him to forgive her for looking at the wrong things.
I realize that I am being pretty judgmental, but I think these songs are bad because they still encourage me to focus on me during the Christmas season. I gave to someone, now I feel good about myself. I took a moment to focus on the Reason for the Season; go me! They lack substancial content, like a bag of chips that is mostly air. They are designed to get an emotional reaction but do not encourage any sort of change. Material like this winds up being a sort of spiritual masturbation; it's all about me, feels good for a time, but ultimately lacks any sort of real satisfaction.
I would probably care less about these songs if they weren't everywhere and enjoyed by so many people. 'The Christmas Shoes' inspired multiple TV movies, and went viral before going viral was even a thing. A very similar thing has happened with 'Where's the Line'. The only thing more viral was the Bubonic Plague.
I do not believe that Christians should turn on each other, be devisive, or hurtful. This was pretty heavy handed. I think we as God's Children can do a better job and need to quit making squishy feel good sap like this. God deserves better. Yup, heavy handed.
These are not the songs that I want to talk about. I want to talk about those tearjerker story songs that have become popular recently, both in the Christian and secular worlds. First, of course, I must mention 'The Christmas Shoes'. I don't want to mention 'The Christmas Shoes'; I want to forget it exists. I want it to never have existed in the first place. I. Hate. The. Christmas. Shoes.
In case you have not heard the song, seen the music video or the two (maybe three?) TV movies based on the song, 'The Christmas Shoes' is the story of a man who is standing in line at a store, days before Christmas, and is just not feeling the Spirit of the Season. Maybe it's the commercialism, the fast pace, or maybe the nagging feeling that he's about to end up in a crappy song; we don't really find out and it doesn't really matter. As he nears the front of the line, our haggard narrator encounters a little boy straight outta Dickens, a dirty little waif who doesn't have enough money to make his purchase: an inexpensive pair of shiny shoes for his mother. He wants them so badly because his mother is suffering from a terminal illness and wants her to have something nice to wear when she meets Jesus, which is probably going to take place in the next 25-30 minutes. Moved by the boy's plight, the narrator pays the rest of the amount; the sad little wretch runs off into the night and our narrator goes on to pat himself on the back harder than anyone has ever patted themselves on the back before.
Many people, Christian and non, have torn this song apart. Christian blogger, author, speaker, and part-time frozen yogurt chef Jon Acuff has written many anti-Christmas Shoes posts. Standup comedian Patton Oswalt has a hilarious but foul 10 minute tirade about this song, which includes a line about God not being able to stand someone being bummed out on His son's birthday, resulting in Him giving the boy's mom cancer to readjust the narrator's attitude. Lots of people dislike this song.
A new unfavorite Christmas tune of mine is 'Where's the Line to See Jesus?' Once again somebody doesn't have the right attitude about Christmas, and once again a random little boy saves the day, although this one hasn't been digging change out of the storm sewer to buy shoes. Our narrator is a woman this time, and as she is shopping for all those goodies she encounters a long line of kids waiting to see Santa Claus. From out of thin air comes a child who asks where the line to see Jesus is, because it's his birthday but nobody is paying attention to him.
As the narrator stops to ponder 'this message profound', the little boy vanishes into thin air, almost as fast as this song should have. The woman moves on about her day; she walks past a mission for the homeless and from the corner of her eye she catches that same little ghost child in line. Of course, when she turns back, he is gone, like my patience for this song.
Finally, she finds herself in front of one of those semi-lifesized light up plastic manger scenes and she stares at it contemplatively for roughly 4.5 seconds before the vanishing child ghost comes to visit her once more. This time, he is clearly pleased with her, because staring at a Nativity scene is clearly the same thing as having your heart in the right place. (I realize I am describing the music video; it helps to hit home the crappiness of this song)
So I have exhaustively described these two songs. I have told you I hate them. Here is why: I understand that the authors probably wanted to do something good and get people in a proper frame of mind but unfortunately fell short of their mark. In 'The Christmas Shoes' the narrator says that he believes God brought that boy into his life to remind him of Heaven's perfect love, which sounds nice but is entirely self-serving. So Mr. Narrator, you helped buy some inexpensive shoes for this little boy who desperately needs so much more, and that reminds you of 'Heaven's perfect love'? I say, maybe God brought this child into your life so you could reflect His love, which you immediately screwed up and then congratulated yourself. You didn't even offer him a ride to the hospital. It's like scoring the winning goal for the other team and then going out for pizza to celebrate.
The lady from 'Where's the Line to See Jesus?' does even less. When creepy ghost child asks the titular question, instead of being dumbfounded, she could have explained that we don't need to get in line to see Jesus, because he wants to live in our hearts and will if we let him. That way he is with us always. With a renewed focus on the true meaning of Christmas, the narrator calls her husband to say that she wants to return some of the gifts she bought today and give the money to a local homeless ministry, and maybe they could spend some time there on Christmas Day. When she happens upon a Nativity scene outside, she thanks God for the way that He helped realign her priorites and asks Him to forgive her for looking at the wrong things.
I realize that I am being pretty judgmental, but I think these songs are bad because they still encourage me to focus on me during the Christmas season. I gave to someone, now I feel good about myself. I took a moment to focus on the Reason for the Season; go me! They lack substancial content, like a bag of chips that is mostly air. They are designed to get an emotional reaction but do not encourage any sort of change. Material like this winds up being a sort of spiritual masturbation; it's all about me, feels good for a time, but ultimately lacks any sort of real satisfaction.
I would probably care less about these songs if they weren't everywhere and enjoyed by so many people. 'The Christmas Shoes' inspired multiple TV movies, and went viral before going viral was even a thing. A very similar thing has happened with 'Where's the Line'. The only thing more viral was the Bubonic Plague.
I do not believe that Christians should turn on each other, be devisive, or hurtful. This was pretty heavy handed. I think we as God's Children can do a better job and need to quit making squishy feel good sap like this. God deserves better. Yup, heavy handed.
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