Death and Taxes: What it all means

I've been thinking too much about this subject. It is very hard to understand why everything keeps happening. This time of the year is supposed to light and joyful. Everyone is supposed to be happy. Yet no one is. There has to be a reason why. I think it's because every Christmas or holiday book I've read has a death scene in it. I must have read 10 or more this season so far. That makes ten books with a death theme. It does make me wonder until I realize the true meaning of the season.

You see God knew from the beginning of time that we were dead. He knew that only he would be able to make us alive. He created us. He came in the form of a helpless baby over 2,000 years ago. He came to be our sacrifice. He was born to die.

The debate about the tax reform bill has me thinking about the role taxes play in society. It was because of taxes that Joseph and Mary had to travel to Bethlehem. Caesar wanted to squeeze more money and have more control over his populace. I can't help that that some of the ones objecting to this tax reform see it as a loss of control. Maybe it is. When you take away the incentive to tax, you free citizens to make up their own minds.

I wonder if the monkey wrench in the system will continue to hold fast. I wonder how many feel vindicated by the win on Tuesday. I wonder when the restrictions will take place.Will it kill whatever incentive people have to live? Will we be forced to accept invisible money? I have to admit that it is convenient to have electronic payment. Yet I still want to stick with physical currency. I like the feel and texture of the paper. I like feeling the cool silver coins in my hands. I like the control that physical money gives me. I won't give that up easily.

I hate the fact that I feel like I'm being more and more disenfranchised by everything that is going on. I miss quiet times when I walked without a care in the world. Sometimes I do long to be with God in heavenly places. I know my place is here.