Santa Claus.
What are the things that pop into your mind when you hear the name: Santa Claus?
Maybe you think of happy children bouncing up and down with joy at all the presents he brought.
Or maybe you think of how you heard sleigh bells on the roof on Christmas day.
Or maybe you think of nothing at all because Santa does not exist.
But he has always existed in the minds and hearts of the little children.
Yesterday in Sunday school, my teacher said: "When little children hear the name Santa Claus they become instantly happy".
And do you know why the become sooo happy?
Its because "Santa" brings them presents and candy and and toys and books and games and other things that eventually break.
But don't you think that the Devil is trying to get the minds and devotion of those little innocent children by the things that they most believe in and hope for.
And what do you think that is.
Yes, you are correct. Candy and presents and toys.
Why do the children leave milk and cookies for "Santa" anyway.
And why do they make Christmas lists for "Santa" to read when he comes.
And why are they extra good for "Santa".
All this comes down to two powerful dangerous things: earthly belongings.
Those of you who do not know what these are. These are the things that you have wanted, want or have gotten in your earthly life.
Everything that you receive from the stores and the malls and the street sellers are earthly things that we gain.
But when we die every earthly object that we have gained will stay on earth.
This is an original poem by me.
I am on the brink of falling.
Falling into the dark hole of death and decay.
I can see the evil creatures crawling up the sides of the
empty carcass that was once my mind.
A sentence keeps flashing in my mind:
Its always darkest before the dawn
its always darkest before the dawn.
I don't know what it means but I find
comfort in it anyway.
A light in the miserable world that is
engulfing my body.
I think that if we cling on to earthly things in this life we will only find absolutely nothing to show for it.
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