- December 18, 2015
- Ned Erickson
Heading north on Highway 21 near Elkin, you will pass what our family most affectionately calls “The Goldilocks Church.” There’s Baby Bear, a teenie church with its modest four pillars all in a row; then Mama Bear a grown-up church with its four pillars all in a row; and Papa Bear, the big daddy church, just like Mama Bear and Baby Bear with its four pillars all in a row.
I guess as the congregation grew so did the church. It must have saved them a ton in architect fees to use the same design – just put the original blueprint in the Zerox machine and hit zoom.
It’s one of those churches with a sign in front of it. You know, the one with the letters. Like the sign that said: “Honk if you love Jesus. Text while driving if you want to meet him.” Or “Looking for a lifeguard? We know one that walks on water.” Or “Does your life stink? Well, we’ve got a pew for you.” Those kind of signs.
This church’s sign said: “Keep the CHRIST in Christmas.”
Hell yeah, I thought. He’s the reason for the season.
Actually, to tell you the truth, what I really did (and this may tell you a bit of my subversive nature) is I took the CHRIST out…
…and what does that give you? MAS!
I don’t, maybe it was the fact that I had just eaten dinner at this Cuban Restaurant called TexMex (misleading, right?) – but the MAS stuck out to me.
MAS…more…more of what?
I want more of a lot of things.
But this Christmas I’m asking for more of Jesus.
MAS CHRIST. ChristMAS. Either that or more pinto beans. (Their pinto beans are to die for – so were you.)
So this Christmas, keep the CHRIST in the holiday, but keep the MAS in there too.
Merry Christmas everyone!