As I type it is 2:45 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. I got off from work at 12 noon. I just got home. I went to the bank, and ran into the grocery store to pick up some last minute items for tomorrow. I was going to go into Walmart to pick up a prescription. Ha! It took me 25 minutes on the street just to get from one entrance to the next. I’ll live, I think, without the medicine till Saturday.
How on earth does this hurry-hurry, busy-ness, being rushed and hassled do anything to glorify Our Lord or tell the people we care about that we love them? If we’re so worn out and exhausted from the preparations for the holiday that we snap and growl at each other, what’s been accomplished?
Next year, I’m taking a break from Christmas, I believe – not the true meaning of the holiday, but I’m opting out of the madness I saw this afternoon.