By Jacob Bembry, Editor
It used to be when I went to the post office this time of year, I would be deluged with Christmas catalogs and sales papers.
The Sears Wish Book was my favorite as a child, up into my adult years. Filled with hundreds of brightly colored pages, it offered toys galore for children. The only thing that could compete with it when I was a child was the Western Auto Christmas catalog, filled with bicycles and scooters. There were also shotguns, rifles and horse saddles in the catalog. When I was four, I did not have a horse, of course. I did not even have a pony. I had a plan, though, to get one. My plan was to wait until Bonanza came on television and bust the screen so I could go and get Little Joe Cartwright’s horse. I never followed through on that plan. I think my daddy or granddaddy grabbed the hammer from me before I could swing it at the TV screen.
For adults, the Sears Wish Book offered everything from clothes to snowmobiles (there’s not much call for snowmobiles in Florida, but I’ve always wanted one.)
So far, this year, the only catalog I have received is from Fiji’s (and those pictures of that chocolate and that cheese look so tasty). I have also received a handful of sales circulars – not many, maybe four or five.
My email inbox is another story and it threatens to drive me into the depths of spending hour upon hour looking at things I cannot afford from places like Nieman Marcus, the Sharper Image, and even my favorite, Amazon.com. So many things to buy; so little money to get them.
Although there are things I see that I think I want, when I step back and look at them, I realize that they are just things. They do not give me the peace that I need like Christ does. They do not give me the love of a family like I have. They do not give me the fellowship that my friends do. They do not give me the satisfaction that my job does.
Remember, this Christmas all the blessings that you have and that Jesus is the reason for the season.
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