Years ago, I went to incredible lengths to convince my daughter that Santa was real- he knew if you were bad or good, he knew when you were sleeping, was virtually omni-present and could do many "magical" things, which defied logic.
I remember the look in her eyes when she found out it was all a sham. Her parents, the ones she trusted most in her life, had duped her.
Years later, I tried to tell her about God and I saw the same look in her eyes. Every Christmas, I remember this. It is my largest regret in life.
Each year, I am tempted, in lieu of Xmas decorations, to nail a Santa to a crucifix in my front yard. I'd be on every newscast in the country. People everywhere would be outraged. There would be death-threats.
Consider the irony.
I remember the look in her eyes when she found out it was all a sham. Her parents, the ones she trusted most in her life, had duped her.
Years later, I tried to tell her about God and I saw the same look in her eyes. Every Christmas, I remember this. It is my largest regret in life.
Each year, I am tempted, in lieu of Xmas decorations, to nail a Santa to a crucifix in my front yard. I'd be on every newscast in the country. People everywhere would be outraged. There would be death-threats.
Consider the irony.