Ruined Christmas

When I was eighteen I read Carpe Diem, Seize The Day by Tony Campolo.  It didn’t change my life immediately.  It changed the way I thought about my life first.  It began me wondering about what my life should be about.  It gave me permission to dream of a life larger than the cul-de-sac in the suburbs and more meaningful than a diploma or a paycheck.  It dashed my plans for stability.  It shook me awake.  It took the white-skinned surfer-haired Jesus in the golden frame off my wall and pointed me toward the poor and different and weak, promising I’d get a better glimpse of the real Jesus there.  And much later the seeds of thought took root and are still growing change in my life today.

And yes, it even ruined Christmas for me.

(HT:TKS)

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