I used to keep Christmas

Just for the record, I know that with all these facts and figures, biblical or otherwise, I can often appear too harsh, even though I do try to get across it is TOUGH LOVE. I am one who truly believes that our popular holidays of pagan origin are a prime cause for our IMMINENT NATIONAL CAPTIVITY, as forewarned in the little book destined to have a big impact: Beyond Babylon: Europe's Rise and Fall. That being said, I would like folks to know that I have, as mentioned in the beginning, kept Christmas celebrations until I was 18 and discovered the plain truth about Christmas.


I was blessed to grow up in Risingsun, Ohio next door to my Grandma and Grandpa Hoover on their farm that embraced where we lived, surrounding us with its loving arms on both sides (until the age of 11) and behind, with our woods over yonder a bit, that I loved to walk through as a boy, always looking for my circling overhead "brother" hawk to greet me.


Anyway, besides my parents, Grandma and Grandpa Hoover always made sure we had a rich Christmas celebration, in every sense of the word. We always went to their house, next door (an orchard field in between us), on Christmas eve and to my Grandma King's in Fostoria on Christmas Day.


Grandma Vivian Hoover always made sure we had plenty of wonderful homecooked food and baked goods of every kind and different types of fudge and peanut brittle (my sister Sue and Grandpa liked it), and that we each had ten presents to open. She bought year round from mail-order catalogs and hid them upstairs somewhere. She also preferred the blue Christmas lights, like the candles in the windows, and always had us bring down the box with her artificial tree (because she was allergic to the real thing) and the horse sleigh bells to put around the front door and candy canes for the tree...


As kids, my sisters and I, we always wanted to open up our presents right away, but Grandma would leave that decision to dad to decide if we ate first or not. We ate first (which is undoubtedly wise).

So I know the warm and lovely cherished Christmas memories many have, having experienced them, but once I learned that such holidays are actually pagan in origin, unclean observances that the Great Creator God of the Bible forbids His children, and that God wants us to enjoy family and friends and wonderful memories keeping His biblical festivals that are kosher, I promptly stopped keeping Christmas and started keeping God's holy days with His blessing.


I hope and pray for America, and our Israelite peoples everywhere who have been Gentilized in too many ways, to remember our Hebrew roots and biblical responsibilities and draw closer to our God and increasingly further away from those ways and days He strongly disapproves of since God loves us.