Putting Christ in Christmas begins with me — not coffee

redcupsPeople. Just stop. There is no reason for the brew-haha surrounding the new Starbucks cup. This month, my favorite coffee giant introduced their holiday cups. They are simple, just red and green with the mermaid logo. And that simplicity gave a bully a pulpit, a chance to stir up a little controversy if you will. Joshua Feuerstein, a former television and radio evangelist with more than 1.8 million followers on Facebook, took to his platform to comment on the new cups.

“Starbucks removed Christmas from their cups because they hate Jesus,” he wrote, asking followers to use the hashtag #MerryChristmasStarbucks and to ask baristas to write “Merry Christmas” on their cups instead of their names.

A friend wanted to know if other Christians really thought this might be true. No, this Christian does not. But I will tell you who IS taking Christ out of Christmas: Joshua Feuerstein.

Joshua has forgotten what Christmas is about. Christmas is not about wrapping and gifts and overspending. It is not about Santa and snowmen and parties. It is not about a three pump decaf no whip grande white peppermint mocha. And Christmas is most certainly not about posting snarky messages and asking others to be rude on your behalf.

Christmas is about love, y’all. It’s about Christ’s love for you. And it’s about your ability to love others as Christ loves you. #GodIsLove, Joshua.

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Ho, ho, ho: I’m gettin’ materialistic for the Hubs

I am breaking the rules again, and all of you Queens of the Damned and other Halloween enthusiasts can wag your pointy, gnarled fingers at me. I am ready to talk about Christmas! More specifically, about my Christmas gift to the Hubs this year.

This. This is the stocking I will be attempting for the Hubs this year. I only have 68 days left!

This. This is the stocking I will be attempting for the Hubs this year. I only have 68 days left!

On our first Christmas as smug marrieds, I was stunned to learn that he didn’t have his very own stocking. One used year after year and wrapped lovingly in tissue paper, then protective plastic and cradled in a cedar chest. Like I did. Poor, poor him. My cousins, brother and I all have these amazing stockings, sewn and adorned by my great-grandmother, Grandma Rushing. She was the best. She had a gift for making you feel so special, like you were her favorite person, like you were the whole world.

Like many women of her generation, she had a gift for sewing and embroidery, and she was an amazing up-cycler. You can’t pick up a magazine or get onto the internet these days without seeing the latest crafting revolution that involves someone taking something old and turning it into something completely new. But I have news for you young whipper snappers, hipsters and DIY enthusiasts – resilient women have been doing that for generations.

Grandmother Rushing saved every scrap of fabric she came by and quilted them into beautiful blankets. She turned flower sacks into the most beautiful baby pillowcases you have ever seen, tiny birds and flowers trimming the edges. She canned her own fruit preserves. And though she has been gone from this earth for almost 40 years, I still have vivid memories of her. I loved to brush her white hair, and she kept a closet full of no-no’s to play with. She had play-doh in plastic butter tubs, a million Crayons and paper dolls. Oh how I loved those dolls with their endless outfits and paper fold tabs, sigh! Now, I treasure my felted Christmas stocking with its perfect sequined Santa. My brother’s has glittered fabric and drummer boys. They are priceless, and I think they may have been the last two she made. Continue reading

I am ‘enough’

By guest blogger Angela Glenn

You are enough.

I am enough, and so are you.

In honor of Suicide Awareness I wanted to share why I got my wrist tattoo. I have struggled on and off most of my adult life with bouts of depression. At the age of 38, and after the hardest year of my life, I have learned a few things that I have not always known to be true.

My truth is I am ENOUGH.
I am enough at my best and worst.
I am enough happy or sad.
I am enough fat or thin.
I am enough if my house is clean or dirty.
I am enough as a woman, wife & mother.
I am enough because I am exactly where God wants me in this moment.
I am enough because I am a sum of all of me, the good and the bad.