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The future is up for grabs


I sat in the audience watching my buddy, Tyler, transform Scrooge into a man with a message—actually into an “everyman” with a message. How timely the message of Dickens’ Christmas Carol is for this culture. Ultimately, Dickens shows us a transformed man, a granddad we all wish we had and a man we can all become.

Tiny Tim’s closing line is more than a memorable epitaph; it’s a prophecy: “God bless us every one.“ He’s already done it. But it takes faith to experience it. Because of the blessing, we can be more than what we’ve been. We have the power to be transformed, to live beyond our circumstances, to give, to love, to bless in spite of yourselves.

Or, we can refuse the blessing and live in misery, like early Scrooge, squeezed and squirming.

The blessing is not meant to be hoarded, hidden away. It has to be unwrapped and lived in the present. Only then do we discover the transforming power of uncontainable joy.

Tis the season to show those around us how to live the better version of ourselves. Are you ready?

Discover the joy hidden inside the generous spirit. Unwrap that holy blessing. Celebrate the wonder of the greatest gift, the power to change before it’s too late.

Regardless of the economic times, personal struggles, unexpected rejections, bouts of loneliness, we can live each day transformed…a better version of ourselves. The Good Book lays it on the line, “Be transformed, by the renewing of your mind.” In other words, get over the past, change the present, and find peace in your future. It’s a gift, but you have to unwrap it.

There’s a little Scrooge in all of us, but it’s not too late to change the future. After all, there is always a need for more love and forgiveness and kindness.


Charles Dickens was eleven years of age when his family arrived in London. Their four-room home was cramped and creditors called regularly, but Dickens’ parents constantly lived beyond their means.

Instead of going to school, for twelve hours a day, six days a week, Dickens pasted labels to bottles of shoe polish at the rat-infested Blacking factory. He was ridiculed and shamed by the stigma of working in such surroundings.

When his father was arrested for nonpayment of a debt, Dickens’ mother and younger siblings moved into prison with his father, leaving the twelve-year-old alone on the outside to continue working. Dickens lived in a run-down neighborhood close to the prison so that he could visit his family.

Dickens put his story inside the Christmas Carol and named himself Scrooge. In the opening stave of A Christmas Carol Dickens describes Ebenezer Scrooge:

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin.

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he.

As the story goes, he had to get unusual heat to warm his cold, hardened heart. However once the promise was made, transformation experienced, a new version of Scrooge was blessed to be a blessing.


The story is the message. It’s never too late for change and transformation. God has placed the longing for love and forgiveness in all of us.

The kicker is, God really enjoys transforming us, changing us into better people. If we let Him, He keeps blessing us with the power to live a better version of ourselves.

So look for God in every challenge, every surprise, and every misstep of the season. If he can transform a man like Scrooge, he can transform you and me. That’s the blessing.

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November 25, 2012 | 1 Comment More