Pensees: Christmas Tree Lights and Sanctification

Christmas Tree Lights and Sanctification

~Written Monday night before we left the next day~

I realize that life for the saints of yore was very difficult and that they suffered much, but did they ever have to deal with Christmas tree lights? Huh?

I don’t think so. And, as we all know, there are few things that test a man’s sanctification like a string of lights. The fortitude of character and the resiliance of spirit that are demanded of male-kind when they dutifully minister to their families each year with the annual ritual of Christmas lighting are characteristics that are not fully appreciated in these days of instant gratification.

Did you say that husbands and fathers of yesteryear didn’t have running water, toilets, or motor vehicles? Puh-leeeze. They didn’t have electric Christmas lights either. That clearly evens everything out.

My own sanctification must exceed that of the average male because I have been decorating a house, pulling little light bulbs out, pushing them back in, stringing and unstringing a tree, testing lights, de-tangling strings, and shocking myself ALL POST-HASTE BECAUSE WE ARE LEAVING TOMORROW TO BE GONE FOR THE ENTIRE CHRISTMAS SEASON!

That’s right. We have to get the house decorated NOW.

I personally think that marriage vows ought to include something about foregoing logic. But when a man takes a wife he really ought to be prepared to do things every now and then that just flat out don’t make any sense. And a wife, if she is a good wife, must be prepared to help her husband do some of those things as the helpmeet she is called to be; especially since she is the one that wants it done.

Good wives, really good wives, know that there is nothing that mutes mumbles like a gadget. That’s why my wife who is known world-wide as a really good wife ran to Nicholson’s and bought me the LightkeeperPro.

Men, watch the promotional video and weep.

It works so well that I almost felt guilty finding pleasure in doing the Christmas tree lights.

At least I won’t be able to enjoy them for a couple weeks.