It’s Christmas morning. The sun is still down. Our kids are young adults for all intents and purposes. There is a slight chill in the air. I sit alone in the living room, in the soft light of the Christmas tree and the glow of the screen I am writing this on, and wonder.

I wonder if we have given our civilization away. On this day that millions of people in the west, and around the world, celebrate the incarnation of God himself, we see stories of another religion, being allowed to disrupt our celebrations. People disrupting Christmas carolers with, “No celebration, ’til liberation,” as if they get to decide when we celebrate our Lord. People telling us, “No Christmas as usual,” unless we bow to their demands. There were plenty of others.

For the record, I’m not real keen on bowing to the demands of any other human. It’s never been one of my strengths. I am, however, keen on acknowledging the Lordship of that child born in a lowly setting two thousand years ago. I am keen on my children and grandchildren having smiles on their faces, joy in their hearts, and their eternity sealed. As our faith in the Lord goes, so goes our civilization. Western society is unravelling to the joy of our enemies. We mostly sit by a watch it happen, and console ourselves with word, “Oh, what a pity.”

I do however take solace in the fact that our Creator isn’t limited by our abilities to remain faithful individually or as a nation. Regardless of the status of our nation, or the West, in the future, Christ is King. Even so, I cannot and will not willingly give in to the destruction of my children’s future.