Christmas, Chick-Fil-A, and Something Lost

The Christmas season was another great time with family, gifts, and--most of all--thoughts and affections centered on Christ.

Christmas morning, we had our own family gift exchange with the children and the reading of the Luke 2 account of Christ's birth. We then drove over to Ruth's folks for time with extended family. On the way over, I noticed how empty the roads were. Businesses were closed. All was quiet. I saw two other cars on a highway that usually swarms with vehicles.

I liked it.

I like how Christmas pretty much shuts everything down.

Each year I'm reminded that the quietness of Christmas was, for the most part, the way every Sunday was--years ago. I don't remember it in my lifetime, but older folks will tell us that everything pretty much shut down on Sunday.

Because of what such a phenomenon in society would indicate, I find myself wishing for that Sunday quiet again.

I know--and am a defender of--the idea that days are to be regarded by the individual conscience of the believer (Romans 14). But I still have to honor what a business like Chick-Fil-A does each Sunday: Close Up Shop.

Everything changes, people say. But not always for the better. Sometimes good things get lost.