‘three pillars of the American Christmas…. fornication’

                             -unholy alliance-


When one thinks of ‘fornication’ the first thought to mind is the voluntary sexual intercourse between two unmarried persons or two persons not married to each other. The next question that is probably reigning in the reader’s mind is “what in the world does this have to do with Christmas?” For context we must consider the events recorded in Numbers 25…


Numbers 25:1-3

And Israel abode in Shittim, and the people began to commit whoredom with the daughters of Moab. And they called the people unto the sacrifices of their gods: and the people did eat, and bowed down to their gods. And Israel joined himself unto Ba’al pe’or (a false god associated with Mount Pe‘or): and the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel.

Now to draw a parallel and find application to the celebration of Christmas in America, we must move from the physical to the spiritual. The nation Israel’s physical fornication with the daughters of Moab lead them to spiritual fornication. This was the reason God admonished His people “not to give their sons to the daughters of the land, and not to take their daughters as wives for their sons, because if they did, the inhabitants of the land would turn the hearts from Jehovah, to the gods of the people”.

That is exactly what happened… God is pretty smart! By intermarrying with the daughters of Moab the Israelites were now committing spiritual fornication against the husband of their youth… Jehovah, the True and Living God, with gods that are profitable for nothing.

This is very similar to what we see happening in America with the celebration of Christmas. We have fabricated a day in which we ascribe to the birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God and have merged the celebration with another god, thereby propagating a spirit of fornication.


Matthew 6:19-24

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great [is] that darkness! No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

From Christ’s own admonition, we see that mammon (money) is likened to a god. If we see what has become of Christmas from the commercial aspect, we must agree that the altar of mammon gets much more attention than the supposed birth of the Son of God… spiritual fornication of the baser sort, and all done under the guise of religion. In fact the mixing and mingling of God with mammon is the work of religion.

For application let’s return to this alliance with the daughters of Moab… it was devised by a prophet of God.


Numbers 31:16

Behold, these caused the children of Israel, through the counsel of Balaam, to commit trespass against the LORD in the matter of Peor, and there was a plague among the congregation of the LORD.

Yes, the deceptive and divisive spiritual fornication wrought among the people of God was the work of Balaam, a prophet of God. This comparison is uncanny, in that we have been handed down the traditions of Christmas by the same….


The word “Christmas”itself reveals who married paganism to Christianity. The word “Christmas” is a combination of the words “Christ” and “Mass. The word “Mass” means death and was coined originally by the Roman Catholic Church, and belongs exclusively to the church of Rome.

A simple study of the tactics of the Romish Church reveals that in every case, the church absorbed the customs, traditions and general paganism of every tribe, culture and nation in their efforts to increase the number of people under their control.

In short, the Romish church told all of these pagan cultures, “Bring your gods, goddesses, rituals and rites, and we will assign Christian sounding titles and names to them. The Origin of Christmas- Last Trumpet Ministries


The old adage sounds all too familiar, “if you can’t beat them, join them”. We have mixed and mingled the god of mammon with the celebration of the Word of God becoming flesh… spiritual fornication, if you please, and it ought not to be.

In William Stafford’s poem ‘Deciding’ concerning the myth of the Midas, he speaks of the struggle that goes on within man, especially with regard to mammon.

Deciding by William Stafford

One mine the Indians worked had gold so good they left it there
for God to keep.
At night sometimes you think your way that far, that deep,
or almost.
You hold all things or not, depending not on greed but whether they suit what life begins to mean.
Like those workers you study what moves, what stays. You bow, and then, like them, you know—
What’s God, what’s world, what’s gold.

It is this distinction that the church and all of Christendom in America has forsaken. We have incorporated these idolatrous pagan rituals and have mixed and mingled them with this child in a manager  and that for the purpose of  satisfying the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes. One must admit that Christmas in America has immersed itself in ‘spiritual fornication’, and that not for the glory of God.


Isaiah 44:8

Fear ye not, neither be afraid: have not I told thee from that time, and have declared it? ye are even my witnesses. Is there a God beside me? yea, there is no God; I know not any.



‘three pillars of the American Christmas…. idolatry’

With each passing Christmas season we see increasing attacks against Christmas and vehement in their nature . There is a concerted effort from this anti-Christ spirit, which is alive and well, to remove any and all acknowledgement of Christ and any association to Him from the public forum.

Yet with each new year this attack is being met with greater and more vocal opposition from Christendom. It has dug its heels in and fully prepared to fight for it’s Christmas tradition. Now if you want to see the hair raise on  religion’s neck, just mess with their traditions.

One can only wonder, is Christendom in America upset with the world’s attempts to remove Christ from every aspect of our daily life or is the true crux of the matter that their traditions are in jeopardy?

In his letter to the Corinthians, the Apostle Paul exhorted them….

“not to be idolaters, as were some of them; as it is written, The people sat down to eat and drink, and rose up to play.”

The reference is found in Exodus 32. Moses was delayed in coming down from the mount, and the people requested of Aaron that he would make them gods which should go before them.

When Moses came down from receiving the oracles of God, he found a spirit of celebration, a festive spirit of sorts… ‘a feast to the Lord’.  A Mardi Gras like spirit, worshipping this golden calf. The people cried out…

“these be thy gods, O Israel which brought the up out of the land of Egypt”,

…and they rose up early and offered burnt offerings and brought peace offering and the people sat down to eat and drink and rose up early to play. How easy it is for someone to fashion an idol that will satisfy the lust of their flesh.

One other example we must consider . In the 21st chapter of Numbers, the Israelites journeyed from mount Hor by the way of the Red sea, and the people became very discouraged because of the way. When the people spoke out against Moses, God sent fiery serpents among the people as a form of judgement and if someone was bitten by these serpents they died.

Therefore the people cried out in repentance and petitioned Moses to stand before God and plead for His mercy in their stead. Moses did and God had compassion on His people and told Moses to make a brazen serpent and set it upon a pole, and if anyone who has been bitten by the fiery serpent, will come and look on the serpent of brass, they shall live.

When Hezekiah began to reign in Judah some 700 years later, one of the first things he did as king was to remove the high places and brake the images and cut down the groves there were a part of the idolatrous worship of the day, and the scripture goes on to tell us that he brake in pieces the brazen serpent that Moses had made. What! break in pieces the brazen serpent? For unto those days the children of Israel did burn incense to it.

What had once been used of God as an instrument of mercy and a source of deliverance and life had become an idol…. an object of vain worship.

Now with regard to the birth of Christ, we do not know the day that Jesus was born. There is no instruction from God’s word that we are even to remember or celebrate His birth. All indications are that it was in September / October and not December. So where does December 25th originate?


The date of December 25th comes from Rome and was a celebration of the Italic god, Saturn, and the rebirth of the sun god. This was done long before the birth of Jesus. This was a cause for much wild excitement and celebration. Gift giving and merriment filled the temples of ancient Rome, as sacred priests of Saturn, called dendrophori, carried wreaths of evergreen boughs in procession.

The question now arises: How did all of these customs find their way into contemporary Christianity, ranging from Catholicism to Protestantism to fundamentalist churches?

The word “Christmas”itself reveals who married paganism to Christianity. The word “Christmas” is a combination of the words “Christ” and “Mass. The word “Mass” means death and was coined originally by the Roman Catholic Church, and belongs exclusively to the church of Rome.

A simple study of the tactics of the Romish Church reveals that in every case, the church absorbed the customs, traditions and general paganism of every tribe, culture and nation in their efforts to increase the number of people under their control.

In short, the Romish church told all of these pagan cultures, “Bring your gods, goddesses, rituals and rites, and we will assign Christian sounding titles and names to them.

When Martin Luther started the reformation on October 31st, 1517, and other reformers followed his lead, all of them took with them the paganism that was so firmly imbedded in Rome. These reformers left Christmas intact.

In England, as the authorized Bible became available to the common people by the decree of King James the II in 1611, people began to discover the pagan roots of Christmas, which are clearly revealed in Scripture. The Puritans in England, and later in Massachusetts Colony, outlawed this holiday as witchcraft. The Origin of Christmas- Last Trumpet Ministries

I find it rather ironic today, that the earliest attack against Christmas came not from the atheist and the unbelieving, but astute students of the scripture, believers with strong convictions….

“not to be idolaters, as were some of them; as it is written, The people sat down to eat and drink, and rose up to play.”

…. but today from those who want to destroy any acknowledgement of Christ. Those like Herod who would kill Him if they could get their hands on Him. The creation killing the Creator… ought not to be my friend.

So if the church does not have the scripture to stand upon in terms of Christmas celebration, then their spiritual footing can be grounded in nothing more than traditions. Now traditions are not necessarily wrong in and of themselves, unless the tradition has become the idol. 


‘three pillars of the American Christmas…. lust’

I, like most of the readers have early childhood memories of our parents flopping us down in the lap of this jolly ole fat man dressed in red attire and black boots, donning snow white hair and a long shaggy beard, and the first words out his mouth is….

“What do you want for Christmas?”

Very few parents have a problem with taking their children, as early as their little minds will remember, and plopping them in the lap of this lie…

the premise that Santa Claus is a man that lives at the North Pole and flies across the entire world on a sleigh driven of rein deer and delivers toys and goodies to children all over the world in one night..

…and the crux of this interaction is the fueling of a spirit and that a spirit of lust.

Now some of the readers may say your opinions are somewhat…

‘coarse and insensitive’

… but if one understands what the scripture teaches us about this lusting spirit, we must admit that the role that it plays in the celebration  of Christmas is probably doing much greater damage than we even realize.


1 John 2:15-17

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passes away, and the lust thereof: but he that does the will of God abides for ever.


1 Peter 2:11

Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;


James 1:13-15

Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempts he any man: But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it brings forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, brings forth death.


From God’s word we find that the world (kosmo- the organized system headed by Satan that leaves God out and is rival to Him) can only make an offer to ones flesh, and that offering has nothing more than a temporal value. That is why the Apostle Peter exhorts the believer to guard against fleshly lust, for it not only wars against the soul, but it is thereby the avenue where the believer is enticed to sin and when lust has satisfied itself, it brings forth sin, and sin death.

For a good life example of this, we must consider the Israelites after they were led out of the 430 years of bondage in Egypt. The mix multitude that had come out of Egypt fell a lusting and said….

“who shall give us flesh to eat?”

Now a desire to dine upon flesh instead of the loathsome manna that they were left to feed upon was not the problem, it only brought to light the real problem. The spirit of lust had taken them back to Egypt. They were remembering how good it was when they lived in Egypt and the fish, which they did eat freely, the cucumber, the melons, the leeks, the onions and garlic, but had forgotten the slaughter of the male children at the hand of the Pharaoh, and the bitter and hard bondage in mortar and brick and in all manner of services in the field and all their services wherein they made them serve with rigor.

It is a strange thing that they could remember the good things and how calloused their recollection had become to all the bad things. It’s the work of this spirit of lust, yet we encourage it from the time our children begin to walk and talk.

We have all heard the old adage, that ‘experience is the best teacher’. Please consider one that speaks from experience… King Solomon

Ecclesiastes 5:10-11

He that loves silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loves abundance with increase: this is also vanity. When goods increase, they are increased that eat them: and what good is there to the owners thereof, saving the beholding of them with their eyes?

In essence, we can teach our children to want, to engage in the satisfying of their lust, but the satisfaction never comes. For the more they have the more they want. It is the spirit of Christmas!


‘an early Christmas story’


In America the spirit of Christmas has been raped and pillaged to the extent that it has become nothing more than a holiday set on satisfying the flesh, a religious idol if you please.

I ran across the story and felt it well worth the read. I am not even sure of its origin, but it is so out of character for what we normally think of or associate with Christmas. Rest assured, it will foster a spirit of condemnation…..


Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all the outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving…. not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas. We did the chores so early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible.  I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night  out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said, “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all
the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, and especially not on a night like this But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. What- ever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load.
Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When Iwas on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed him.

“I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?” You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.

Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “Why?” “I rode by today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.

Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.

“What’s that in the little sack?” I asked. “Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning.  I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?

Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?”
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the kerosene lamp.

“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children—sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too.

In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. Those kids started giggling when Pa handed them a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying  that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of my Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was
probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked on this earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get.  Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get so cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be sure nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, “‘May the Lord bless you,’ I know for certain that He will.”
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.

Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children.  I hope you understand.” I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

Christ is our Christmas may we allow Him to live through us.