Letter From Jesus.

Dear loved ones,

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.

It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration.

I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face .... and I wanted to be with them and share their table.

In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time. To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" .. as if the party were in his honor!

At 12 Midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and ... do you know ... no one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me.

What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left.

Every year it gets worse. People only remember to eat and drink, the gifts, the parties and nobody remembers me. I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.

I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party.

I'm still making the final arrangements. Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside.

Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.

See you soon.

I Love you!

Jesus

P.S. Please share this message with your loved ones, before Christmas


You know, I've never been a fan of chainletters or chainmails since at the very beginning when I got my first email (maxwell_da_dracula@hotmail.com). It just didn't worked for me. I realized I needed something more substantial than a mere few words of, "If you don't forward this message to at least 100 people, you'll have bad luck for the rest of your life yada yada yada...," to get me into believing such hocus pocus. I used to have the free time to forward those emails to people on my contact list but I've never believed in it. Though, I must admit, I do have a certain liking towards emails that contain grotesque images of car crashes, operations and the likes. Even the ones containing images of a little girl dressed in black, floating in the middle of the hallway do get me hyped up in certain ways (a little creepy too!). And also the occasional email of weird and funny images!

And I must admit, in spite of all those neverending junk chainletters, there are some really neat ones that have true (or so called "true". I mean, who knows, right?) love stories, true survival stories, religion related matters, safety precautions and etc.. The authenticity of these emails are, of course, questionable, but there are few that really deals with the matters of the heart or ones that's really happening in society and it might be good to let more people to know. I've never been bothered to actually extract anything from the emails that I received to blog about in here, considering how many thousands of people might have already read the thing but this time, I decided to share this email that I got from mom. Yea, she's basically the one forwarding emails like these - like the white woman on the plane being a racist and the spider beneath the toilet seat that's been killing women or the poisonous sugar cane water and loads more. And no, this has got nothing to do with my Christmas fever!

When I read this, all nicely colored according to paragraphs in my Yahoo! inbox, it really struck me that this was indeed true - that celebrating Christmas over the years, we have kind of left Jesus out. Yea, as Catholics, we all do attend mass on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day itself but during the slaughtering of turkey, the undecisive mind of us when we see so many food laid out on the table, the opening of the presents and the singing of Christmas carols, we do somehow forgot to invite Jesus into our homes and and our hearts. Which is kind of sad, in fact. I felt guilty in so many ways when I finished this email that I decided I had to at least share it here. Still, no one knows if Jesus actually written the letter and to whoever that wrote it (or Jesus), thank you for doing so. Or maybe they're right - Jesus do have email, after all! Either way, I'm going to try my best have to make a place for Jesus this Christmas - literally and figuratively, I suppose. You should too!