 When I was a youngster, although Christmas was looked forward to with great
excitement, and I started counting down the days from as much as 100 days or more, I didn't "get" much, as they
say, when the Great Day finally arrived.
In fact, one of the things I dreaded afterwards, was my friends
asking what I had gotten. Because the list was very short, with nothing spectacular to show and tell.
But I didn't hate my parents, and I wasn't ashamed of them. I understood. They did all they could, and
it was enough. It was just that I wanted to keep things private...in the family.
Funny that
this came to mind as I thought recently about the place in the Bible where it admonishes us not to be "ashamed of Christ."
Jesus said, and is quoted in the eighth chapter of Mark's book, in the 38th verse, "Whosoever therefore shall be
ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him also shall the Son of Man be ashamed, when
He cometh in the glory of His Father with the holy angels."
I'd hate to find, at His coming,
that my lack of zeal might be considered as being ashamed of Christ. I'm not. I'm a Christian, and often
wonder who I'd turn to with my problems, if I didn't have Him. But I'm so quiet about it!
I have a card somewhere that says, "If the authorities should come, arresting all who are Christians, would they have
enogh evidence to convict YOU?
In my case, I hope so.
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