I’ve always had a strong affection for books. Even when I was a child, I would ride my bicycle the dozen or so blocks to the library several times a week. It is this affinity for books that lured me into Barnes and Noble yesterday.
As I elbowed my way through the throng of seasonal shoppers, I wondered:
- How many of these people revere the holiday but never adhere to the Savior?
- How many serenade the season, but never offer an accolade to the Almighty?
- Has the citadel of Christmas moved from the manger to the mall?
Celebrating Christmas without Jesus is like going to the goat’s house for wool—you might have the semblance, but you’ll never have the warmth.