What’s the big deal about birthdays?

Happy birthday!

No, it isn’t my birthday today. If it happens to be yours then feel free to claim that sentiment from me to you.

I don’t even know why I have birthdays on my mind right now, but it’s time to write this blog and that’s where my mind is stuck so I have to go with the muse, or the Spirit if you prefer.

Maybe it’s because my mom’s birthday was recently and dad’s is next Sunday and this is the first year neither one of them is here on earth to celebrate it with them.

I suppose since conception occurs on a microscopic level we can’t exactly pinpoint when that event takes place so we don’t wish folks a “Happy Conception Day.”

I agree. It simply doesn’t have the same ring to it.

The debate continues as to when life actually begins so laws can be written to protect people. That’s why liberal-minded types claim the birth event as that time.

The fact the kid in the womb is moving about should tip them off that he or she is alive even though we can’t see them and they can’t vote.

That’s as political as I plan on going here, so breathe easy.

Come to think of it, are people brought out of the womb surgically instead of going through the birth canal technically born. Why don’t we wish them a “Happy Cesarian Day?” I’m not even sure I spelled that right, but I’m on a deadline so there it is.

My youngest sister had four children. The first three were surgically removed before she finally figured out how to do it God’s way–and she’s not even liberally-minded.

I often wondered why they didn’t just install a zipper on her belly, or maybe ziploc, or velcro. We’re red-neck enough plain old duct tape should have worked.

I guess since those kids are pumping out kids it’s a mute point, so let’s move on.

Do you know what a birthday technically celebrates? It simply marks the occurrence of another successful orbit around the sun.

Now aren’t you glad you took the time to read my blog?

I’m proud to proclaim that I’ve accomplished the feat fifty-some-odd times now. I doubt I’ll make to 100, not because I’m taking bad care of myself but because I don’t think Jesus will hold off coming back for God’s children that long.

When Jesus does come back the way you celebrate your physical birthday, or how many of them you did, won’t be important.

The only birth that will matter then is the one Jesus tried to get Nicodemus to understand in John chapter 3. You must be born of the Spirit.

No, this time there’s one right way to do this birth, and you don’t get the say as to which way that is. Only God chooses how and who.

There are a lot of jokes floating around about what will happen when you die and stand at the pearly gate for entrance into heaven.

There will be only one question asked: “What did you do with My Son, Jesus?”

Yeah, that’s all that really matters in this life. Anything short of giving Jesus your allegiance because He died for your sins is the wrong answer.

The only way I know that’s true is because God laid it out in the Bible that way. That’s what drives this blog and my other writing.

It’s my passion to tell as many people as I can about Jesus and what He did for us.

So…what have you done with Jesus?

For a more in-depth look at what you need to do click on the tab at the top of this blog titled, “Begin your relationship with Jesus Christ.”

Accept Him as your Savior and I’ll see you on the other side of the pearly gate.

Keep smiling.   Wade

I’m a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God’s idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.