Without Jesus to wash us
whiter than snow, there can never be a genuinely white Christmas.
Consider Lindsay, for example. His father, a
distant and severe man, worked him especially hard during the holidays. Lindsay was given extra chores at the family
ranch, and his old man whipped him if he didn’t work hard enough. Lindsay lived in fear of those beatings,
which often drew blood. But even worse
were the verbal floggings, the names, the insults, the belittling
put-downs. They seemed especially harsh
at Christmas.
The memories stayed with him all his life,
tormenting him like demons every December.
One friend said, “Lindsay was never able to find happiness. He became a hard-drinking rounder who went
from woman to woman and couldn’t find peace or success.”
Finally at age 51, he angrily watched Bing Crosby’s
“White Christmas” one last time, then put a gun to his head and a bullet
through his brain.
“I hated Christmas because of Pop, and I always
will,” he once said. “It brings back the
pain and fear I suffered as a child. And
if I ever do myself in, it will be at Christmastime. That will show the world what I think of Bing
Crosby’s ‘White Christmas’.”
Ironically, sadly, he was Bing’s son – Lindsay
Crosby.
What to do:
✞ Always remember that a merry Christmas begins with Jesus washing us so we will be whiter than snow.
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