John 1:10-12, NIV:  He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.

Not long ago, I spoke with a youth in my church about the use of “Xmas” in place of Christmas. She was amazed that it bothered me. I was amazed by her amazement. The whole thing seemed trivial to her. She had grown up hearing the term and simply considered it to be another way people referred to the holiday. But something still doesn’t set well with me. I look on a card, or banner, or holiday sign and read, “Merry Xmas,” and I feel saddened. I see a place that I expect to find Christ, and He’s not there. I suppose it’s a sign of the times. So many lives are empty of real meaning. Within each of them, the place where Christ belongs is vacant—replaced, in a way, by something as unimportant, and indistinct as an X. Over the years, there has been debate over “Xmas,” and there has been an ongoing crusade to keep Christ in Christmas. But the fight is truly for something much more significant than missing letters in a word—it is a fight for the missing person—the person of Christ in the lives of many who are, and will continue to be lost without Him.