The True Meaning!

Through out the holiday season I watch many people try to place God in their exciting "party time." They say something like, "now we can't forget that today is little Jesus' birthday." But I truly wonder if they are trying to place "little Jesus" into this holiday solely because they feel guilty. What is it we usually see them making a big deal over anyway? The presents? The food? The family?(surely not) We watch the kids running around in frantic excitement over what Santa Claus has put under the tree, or shooting their marshmallow guns like crazy... which, I can't slam them for that one. But if we look at the children we will see the image of the parents (this is always true, mostly when watching the kids actions and how naughty they are being), and find out what the parents are really instilling into their children. Do the kids ever bring up Jesus into the conversation? If they happen to, what exactly are they saying? Are they even understanding the true story of Christ's birth, or are they just placing the name of Jesus and the thought of a manger with a huge shining star hanging over it into the framework of the holiday of Christmas? Before we start placing this story of Jesus (which so many times leads children to look at it as just a fantastical story) into the holiday we call Christmas we need to be careful. If we do celebrate this holiday we need to check ourselves for not putting the wrong image of Christ into other people's minds (mostly when around many lost family memebers). We should treat (such as in speech or prayer) Christ as we have always done, and not adding in an extra "silly god" such as Santa. Are we celebrating this holiday for the sole reason of giving glory to God? And when we do bring God's name up are we placing the correct amount of honour to it.

It is very easy to get caught up with the Christmas tree, the stockings, the presents, and Santa but we need to make sure that even in our prayers we aren't thanking God for sending Santa all the way down here from the north pole to give our kiddies something nice. Very shortly Children begin to reverence Santa more than they do God. "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town." Wow, Santa sounds just as powerful as God, and we better not "sin" cause Santa will give us a lump of coal otherwise.

I thank God for giving us this time of fellowship with all our family so that we can share the true meaning of Jesus' birth without adding the fairy tale stories into it. I hope that everyone was able to "preach the Gospel everywhere and if you must use words!"

Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest

The story continues, only this time the reader is swept back 300 years before the story of Redshift Hive was told. The darkness of the Lord hornet is beginning to cloud all of the Western area of Weirock, and there is one nest left in Shatuf's domain that he must conquer. A Lord hornet is preparing for battle, a prophecy is unfolding, a small band of companions journey off into the Western world, and the race for time is about to begin!

"A shadow stole silently down the corridor. It slipped passed the hanging wall fixture and out into the courtyard. Night slept on in its full slumber, not waking to find the figure stealing up to the Pool of vapid water. Not even the wind would stir on a night like this, dark clouds were moving in unnoticeably. The short figure never dared to pull the hood from her head. Her head was seen to bob back and forth, making sure no one was about. The hour of the night was late, giving her unwatched freedom to do as she pleased. The small wings thrummed in the night air and landed the young Yellow Jacket down beside the Pool. She sat down cross-legged near the water’s brim. She sat with her claws folded in the lap of her cloak like the young maiden she was. Her large almond shaped eyes closed… the silence waned on. Suddenly underneath her lashes the girl’s eyes flitted and her face grew tense. Her claws clasped each other tighter as the heat from her body quickly rose. The water rippled, much like something had been dropped into the centre of the Pool… all grew still once more. The girl’s eyes snapped open and her head lurched around. She was gazing at the dark sky in the deeper West. Like a flash of lightning a spiral of blood-red and poison-like green shot up into the air from the far reaches of the West. The girl could not move from where she sat, her eyes were fixed to the spot and her heart pounded as if it were ready to burst. She clutched the cloak tighter about her and stood in amazement at the spectacle before her. The spiral of colour flamed in her eyes as a great fire; it seemed as if perhaps the colours were burning and flickering as they shot up towards the heavens. Something inside of the flames called out to her, reaching for her, yet she wanted to run and hide. Suddenly the flames of red and green were sucked in together and vanished. The small girl’s eyes still burned with the picture she had witnessed. Her wings and limbs were weak with fear and her eyelids could no longer stay open. She crumpled to the floor in a dark sleep."

Briar Frost, from the book of Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest." (ch. 4 pg. 22)