The image of Santa Claus is merely an expression of the values imparted to children by parents. Black, pasty-white, yellow or olive, Santa Claus in all his jolly fatness is most importantly a reflection of our own morality.
Regardless of it’s historical origins, the evergreen is be a symbol of everlasting life for the believing Christian. Its power is in bringing peace and security to our minds, and comfort and joy to our children.
I’ve always resisted attempts by forces and people outside of myself to define who I am. I am deeply offended by any party who names me this or that because I am a patriotic, religious, staunchly principled Conservative. The polarization of political adversaries, the heel-digging by the ideological Left and the Bible-clinging, Constitution-loving by the principled Right, underscores the differences that have always been there, and, in the wake of the election, has magnified personal suspicions and misunderstandings a thousand-fold.
I am totally, yes totally, dependent upon The Lord for all that I have, and all that I want to become.
There is a spiritual cost to those who never know the satisfaction of self-reliance or of passing the tests of adversity.
The photograph in the Christmas exhibit is of the crucified Jesus Christ, bloodied and covered in outsized black ants.