In early years, often children are told about a jolly gift giver named Santa Clause. He was not seen, or heard of by any except by those who believed in him. He lived in the far north of the earth, at the topmost point in a wonderful city which no man could see or find.
Santa Clause, although he lived at the north pole, could somehow still look in on them in their everyday lives and would often take notes on their daily attitudes and actions.
‘You better watch out you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why, Santa Clause is coming to town.’ It continues ‘he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.’
Children who believe (and why shouldn’t they? Their parents would not lie, would they?) would straighten up their attitudes immediately at the threat that Santa Clause would find out about their bad actions and would penalize them by not giving them the gifts which they so longed for. Millions upon millions of children through the years have believed in this mystical benefactor. His existence being fortified by their parent’s constant reminders as a form of disciplinary control over these youngsters.
But as these children matured, information arose; some did not believe, and ridiculed those who did, chasing them to question their once firm faith. Eventually they were convinced that Santa Claus was only a sweet and exaggerated legend of a nice man who liked to give gifts to poor children.
Their faith crushed, they moved on to doubt anything or anyone they could not see, hear, or touch with their senses or intellect.
In early years, often children are told about a loving, gift giver named Jesus. He was not seen or heard of by any except by those who believed in Him. He lived in the far north, above the top of the world, in Heaven, a wonderful city which no man could see or find.
Jesus, although He lived in Heaven, could somehow still look in on their everyday lives, and would often take note of their daily attitudes and actions.
‘I’ve got hands to do, eyes to see, a mind to understand and a mouth to speak, praise the Lord in Heaven who made me.’ ‘He made the mountains and He made the valleys, the skies are His handiwork too, whew!’ ‘My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, there’s nothing my God cannot do. ‘
Children who believe (and why shouldn’t they? Their parents wouldn’t lie, would they?) Would straighten up their attitudes immediately at the threat that Jesus would find out about their bad actions and penalize them by not giving them the gifts which they so longed for. Millions upon millions of children through the years have believed in this mystical benefactor, His existence being fortified by their parent’s constant reminders as a form of disciplinary control over these youngsters.
But as these children matured, new information arose, some did not believe, and ridiculed those who did causing them to questions their once firm faith. Eventually they were convinced that Jesus was only a sweet and exaggerated legend of a nice man, who loved to give gifts to poor children.
Their faith crushed, they moved on to doubt anything or anyone they could not see, hear, or touch with their senses or intellect.
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