We Are One

It was too late to give his wife the husband she deserved–he was too busy pleasing himself with another woman.

The kids had plans for Christmas morning, but mom and dad were passed out from the Heroin high.

The lady in the cafe was upset with the man pacing the sidewalk. He was begging right outside the window where she sat. She had to get up and demand that he would get a job and take his cardboard sign somewhere else.

The boy only wanted a candy cane, but daddy decided to smack his mouth instead.

It was the coldest day of the year that Christmas, and while the fortunate ate their Christmas ham, she died outside the closed plasma center.

There is so much that we possess that has conditioned us to be unlike a Christ. We are all broken people.

Before we sit down to a Christmas ham or spend time around the tree opening gifts with a joy in our heart, or perhaps a resentment in or mind, I encourage you to think about what you project into the world.

What gifts are we truly giving?

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