Lord, Won’t You Buy Me A Mercedes Benz?

“Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?

Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?”  -Janis Joplin

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In this popular sacrilegious song from 1971, Janis Joplin makes God into a personal genie. It’s all about the gimmee gimmee mentality. This is not what God is about. He’s not a personal Santa Clause!

Again, this year, the crass commercialism, the bastardization of Christmas started before Thanksgiving. And the incessant insanity started kindling even before Halloween! Spooky! The crass ads are a coveting catalyst. The worldly advertisers juxtapose Christmas with fancy, expensive cars. This is not what Christmas is about!

The peace of Christmas is that we are not at war with God, but submit to His sovereign will and acquire the character of Jesus Christ. “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us” 2 Corinthians 5:18-20

In the midst of all the surface glitter and manic, worldly ways this season, we need to be reminded what Christmas is about. A Christmas poem illustrates this:

All Christmas Poetry 

The True Meaning of Christmas 

by Brian K. Walters 

In todays day and time,

 it’s easy to lose sight,

 of the true meaning of Christmas

 and one special night.

When we go shopping,

 We say “How much will it cost?”

 Then the true meaning of Christmas,

 Somehow becomes lost.

Amidst the tinsel, glitter

 And ribbons of gold,

 We forget about the child,

 born on a night so cold.

The children look for Santa

 In his big, red sleigh

 Never thinking of the baby

 Whose bed was made of hay.

In reality when we look into the night sky,

 We don’t see a sleigh

 But a star, burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder,

 Of that night so long ago,

 And of the child we call Jesus,

 Whose love, the world would know.

In my recently published book, There Are Homeless in Bucks County; A Journey With The Homeless, some of which I wrote during the commercial Christmas season at a nursing home while camping out at my dearest Sandi’s bedside, I wrote about the meaning of Christmas. The Lord took her home there on December 4, 2017. I dedicated my book to Sandi, who on her deathbed would say “Jesus is in my heart.”

In the midst of the incessant, commercialized Christmas advertisements that played on Sandi’s roommates’ TVs that called out to fools to buy extravagant gifts, like the woman Folly in Proverbs 9:13: “The woman named Folly is loud; she is naive and knows nothing”, I was moved to set the record straight by comparing Christmas commercialism to the money changers that Jesus drove from the Temple.

The book may be purchased: https://www.amazon.com/dp/172865209X/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_U_.iX9BbZXM6842?fbclid=IwAR0gPVr_CAM7L0hyxu92hll8KTsLWTUmr1nIEamgTnuc_Hi4yDafBYGcMqs