Yes I know that the real and true Christmas goes on every moment, every minute of each day. That what is celebrated at the end of the year is actually “Separate Altars of worship”, separate systems of works to address innate fear, to attempt to expiate the Void within. The homeless and the hustlers crowd the street corners in NYC, parking lots in cities, and are embraced by the guilt of the multitude with hearts of giving thinking to escape conviction from the Void within. Attempting to allay the connection with the Void inside, which Void means simply “We are in need of rescue”, we need to have rekindling, to have faith renewed. To believe that yes, we belong to the Creator of everything, the God of Grace and Love who came down to die for us, to take away the curse, the significance of the Void within, that we might be spared the horror of which the Void inside speaks of, tells of. Our appointment with Death, no not the death of this body, but the eternal one of which the Void inside us all tells, warns.
Christmas lives, in the ones who understand this message.
All the hustle and bustle reminds me that I need to tell the Story of Jesus. Christmas lives.
https://email@example.com, and at face book as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)
Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Face Book.