I love Christmas. Maybe too much.
I might have been a Christmas Elf in another life. I’m one of those obnoxious people who starts playing Christmas music the day after Halloween (admit it, there are others reading this that are with me).
When we first moved to Minnesota two women invited me to join them in a Bible study. Right before Christmas we met at the home of one of them. Both said they weren’t going to decorate for Christmas because it was too much hassle. We did not become friends and the Bible study lasted about as long as Christmas cookies that are anywhere near my husband.
But as much as I dive in with jolly holiday gusto, I fear that the activity of Christmas can hinder the activity of God in me.
