Scrooge is a girl and she’s madder than a wet hornet. She hates Christmas. She’s a self-proclaimed hater of consumerism and is a fan of what she calls “social justice.” Her causes range from hunger to war to sexual orientation to diet.
She’s mostly mad at fellow Christians. She often spouts off all that is wrong with the church and wags her finger at its lack of action for her causes. Jesus would support the causes she supports; she has no doubt. The facts of more than 200 billion dollars given by individuals to fight hunger, oppression, provide clean water and medicine and educate are of little concern even when compared with only 26 billion in aid given by the US government.
She’s mad at Christians who dare offend others with a wish of “Merry Christmas” and is angry that the holiday is far from representing Jesus. She’s mad at consumerism though she texts, blogs, surfs the internet, loves YOUtube and has several hundred dollars worth of gadgets she needs. “How can Christians spend so much on their toys while 53 percent of the world lives on less than $2 per day,” is her cry. Meanwhile she’ll drop another $15-$20 this weekend to bang her head to the latest band that comes through town.
I agree with much of what she says but am amazed that she can’t see herself in any of her criticisms. Those darn Christians! How can they say they love Christ when they support this American economy of excess?
If she believed in Christmas I know just what I’d get her. I’d get her a mirror.
My mom always told me to be careful pointing at others. She showed me that whenever I pointed the one finger I had three other fingers pointing back at me.
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?” Matthew 7:3