Merry Christmas From All Of Us At AirPigz.com!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012 at 10:36AM 
Oh wait, there is no 'us' at AirPigz it's all just 'me', but that's perfect... instead of some mushy Happy Holidays or even worse Season's Greetings, I can easily, with great confidence and pleasure wish you a Merry Christmas!
And when you get a Merry Christmas from me, you're getting a this-is-the-day-we-set-aside-to-acknowledge-the-birth-of-the-Savior-of-mankind. Yeah, Christmas really is all about Christ to me. I can't make it that way for you, but I'm sure not gonna hide the fact that this is exactly what it is to me.
To me, flying is a creation of God, and the opportunity to see His green Earth from the sky is an incredible blessing. Far more important is the reality that God sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to carry the penalty for the sins of those who will put their trust for salvation in Him and Him alone. (He is risen, He is risen indeed!)
For a little something extra, click past the jump for the poem: Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus returning just like He said
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in his hand,
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as he searched for my name;
When He said, “It’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest of us were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!
Copyright 1984, Bethany Farms
Reader Comments (3)
Merry Christmas to you also . I like your stand on Christmas. Yes Jesus is the is God's gift to all who believe.
Amen, brother !
I am glad that there some people in the US who still say Merry Christmas rather than happy holidays its so PC and I just not a fan of PC