I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
Christmas is a time when you get homesick — even when you’re home.
There has been only one Christmas — the rest are anniversaries.
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it "Christmas" and went to church; the Jews called it "Hanukkah" and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy Hanukkah!" or (to the atheists) "Look out for the wall!"
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
A scientist said, making a plea for exchange scholarships between nations, "The very best way to send an idea is to wrap it up in a person." That was what happened at Christmas. The idea of divine love was wrapped up in a Person.
If a man hasn’t discovered something he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
To say, "I don’t have to repent because God has already forgiven me," is like saying "Because my lover has forgiven me, there’s no need for us to be loving." To say, "I don’t have to live a moral life because God has forgiven me," is like saying "Because my beloved loves me and desires me, I don’t have to be with her." There is always a possibility that we can reject the divine Lover’s love and life, but we should never be under the illusion that this possibility is more than a tragic folly. Rejecting our divine Lover, spurning God’s love and life, is possible, but it is insanity. And it is hard to understand why anyone would.
Invitation to Theology