Remember My Birthday????!!!!!!

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.

It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago.

At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don’t know the meaning of the celebration.

I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn’t invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn’t remember to send me an invitation.

The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face……… and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn’t surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me.

Since I was not invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a great time.

To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying : “Santa Claus, Santa Claus”… as if the party were in his honor!

At 12 midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and …. do you know …. no one hugged me.

Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one ? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse.

People only remember to eat and drink, the gifts, the parties and nobody remembers me. I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life.

I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all you heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn’t invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party.

I’m still making the final arrangements. Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest
list will be invited to the party. Those who don’t answer the invitation, will be left outside.

Do you know how you can answer this invitation? it is by extending it to others whom you care for. . .

I’ll be waiting for all of you to attend my party this year . . See you soon. I love you

– Jesus

“Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.” — Charles Dickens

In some senses he is still hanging on the cross suffering derision and insult.

Here was certainly the greatest man ever to walk this world, who made the blind see and the lame walk – who even raised the dead. So, what did they do to him then? They nailed him to a cross and watched him die.

The problem is that many many people are still doing just that, only in a slightly different form.

Amongst our many good priests we have corrupt and immoral priests who mock the very person they claim to represent and in the lay community, amongst many good and honest Christians, we have wicked and false Christians who bend and twist the words of Christ to suit themselves and enable them to do whatever they wish. People living outside of the United Kingdom I’m sure will be shocked to know that some of our local Councils here have banned Christmas and replaced it with ‘A Winter Festival’. Also in some areas of London, bibles, crosses and crucifixes have been banned from hospitals.

And people blaspheme the name of Christ and god with no thought whatsoever to what they are actually saying. The now slightly dated English expression ‘cor blimey’ actually means, ‘god blind me’. This is not a wise thing to request of someone who has the power to calm the very storms of the sea and who can transcend death itself.

This society has cancer. The cancer is deep-rooted and it has many many secondary tumours. Little by little the evil-doers in this society have undermined the church and the constitution. In the UK they prowl around the monarchy waiting for a suitable moment to abolish it, and they push ever forward using liberalism and the law to gain an ever more fatal grip on the vital organs of this country.Christ did not tell us to do things in order to boss us around, he did so to save us from self-inflicted misery, to avoid the ruthless laws of cause and effect, of karma.

And so his birthday comes again, and what will we give him? As we trudge around the shops putting ourselves into debt to buy the latest technological gadgets to give to those whom we love – what shall we give to Christ? I am not a Christian, because I struggle to forgive and forget, and if I can’t forgive then I cannot be a true Christian, but I am a huge fan of Christ and I do acknowledge him as the greatest man to ever set foot on this planet, the purest and the most evolved.

So, what present can we give Christ on his birthday? Maybe we could stop treating him like dirt and abusing his name with every second breath. Maybe we could stop thieving and hurting and hating and killing. Maybe we could be honourable again? But then, not doing something bad does not constitute doing something good, so all of those things I believe would not impress him, please him maybe, but not impress him because we should have ceased those actions thousands of years ago.Can we not give him sanctity and find a tiny portion of our hearts which remains pure in which he can feel at home, a place which is incorruptible, and when people pray, please stop asking for what you want, over and over again, ask him what he wants.

If one does not respect Christ, then who can we respect? Who is greater and who is wiser and who is more loving?

Yes, perhaps we should ask Christ what he would like as a present on his birthday and then strive to find it for him. The answer may be hard, but not as hard as the cold bitterness of regret.Also, with respect, Christ comes in many many forms to test the true meaning of our hearts. If we have no love, then we are dead and death can come swiftly and stealthily to those whose hearts are hard and cruel, always when it is least expected, so while we have one more minute and one more tomorrow, let us cherish it and celebrate Christ re-born, sanctified, and most of all, respected.

Let us take Christ gently and reverently down from the cross of derision, nurture him and heal his wounds, maybe make him smile, and be eternally grateful that he ever bothered with us at all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6hhEoqbODc

Merry, merry Christmas…never give up!!

Love, Love, LOVE, Jane : ) xo

–Éste es el tema de la disertación –dijo–: ¿Por qué un anciano llora, una mujer calva baila y un muchacho triste canta?
Un murmullo de asombro recorrió la sala: ¡nadie sabía contar una historia como ésa! Nadie, salvo un joven con ropa humilde, sentado en un rincón de la sala, que sonrió y empezó a escribir.

We have all had experiences, were, things seem slightly beyond a 3 dimensional field, we even have saying for these occurences such as speak of the devil, when you are talking about someone and they just…turn up !

I have had many feeling like this, seen things in dreams that have happened a near in the future as the next day, said to myself, what the most unlikely thing to happen would be and then it happening.

When I read this, I feel that the story in not yet finished, something is missing and it will be fulfilled in the future but when is the question, its like a book without an ending, the last chapter shall be written, but when and were is unknown, to no one but the writer.