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There Ae Much Worse Things Than My Number One Christmas Song

“Much Worse Things to Believe In.” My number one Christmas song.

This is from the Stephen Colbert Christmas Special, “The Greatest Gift Of All”,back when Stephen Colbert played a right wing blowhard on Comedy Central. I have to admit, I watch the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Some of his skits I find unfunny. When he has”god” as a guest speaking out against the religious right and the news of the day, I find it somewhat offensive and the little fundamentalist in me cringes a little bit. But overall I enjoy his show and his sharp political commentary. The two things that have helped me through this terrible year of politics was my faith and humor.

But this Christmas Special aired in 2008, a time of hope before the rise of the Tea Party and Trump. One of Colbert’s visitors was Elvis Costello and I am posting the entire song here with my commentary.

Elvis: There are cynics, there are skeptics

There are legions of dispassionate dyspeptics

Who regard this time of year as a maudlin insincere

Cheezy crass commercial travesty of all that we hold dear

I do sometimes feel like a dispassionate dyspeptic, someone who sees Christmas and the world around us and wonder “why bother?”

Stephen: When they think that

Well, I can hear it

But I pity them their lack of Christmas spirit

For in a world like ours, take it from Stephen

There are much worse things to believe in.

Elvis: A redeemer and a savior, an obese man giving toys for good behavior

Stephen: The faith in what might be and the hope that we might see

The answer to all sorrow in a box beneath the tree

It is rare for a Christmas special in the 21st century to mention the word “savior,” which is ultimately what we are celebrating. I also love this description of Santa. This song is funny, deep, and a bit irreverent all at once.

Find them foolish

Elvis: Sentimental

Stephen: Well you’re clearly none too bright

Both: so we’ll be gentle

Stephen: Don’t even try to start vaguely conceiving

Both: Of all much worse things to believe in

Stephen: Believe in the judgment, believe in Jihad

Believe in a thousand variations on a dark and spiteful god

The God I worship is a God of justice. I do believe in a final judgement. but it is not spiteful. It is not arbitrary. It is the final reckoning, where all those who abuse their power, all those bullies who hurt people who were weaker than them, will face God’s wrath. I don’t believe in a Jihad or a Crusade. I am a Christian and I abhor violence. Unless it is done to save another life.

Elvis: You’ve got your money, you’ve got your power

You’ve got your science, and all the planets going to end within the hour

Some people call faith a crutch. Well, we live in a sick and broken world and sometimes we might need a crutch, but I don’t like that example. I like the analogy of antibiotics. Our world is sick, our nation is sick with a bacterial infection of fear, hatred, and greed. And I believe that the Holy Spirit, the comforter that Jesus gives us, is the antibiotic that rids us of all that.

Without faith, I have no hope. Without hope, I would be in despair.

Stephen: You’ve got your dreams that don’t come true

Elvis: You’ve got the ones that do

Stephen: Then you’ve got your nothing

Both: Some folks believe in nothing

But if you believe in nothing

Then what’s to keep the nothing from coming for you

I love this line. Nothingness, darkness, loneliness can overwhelm us — overtake us. I do believe that without God, we have no shield. We have no tools to protect us from the world. This world and the way it treats us seems to be designed to destroy us.

Stephen: Merry Christmas, Happy New Year

Now if you’ll forgive me there’s a lot to do here

There are stockings still unhung

Colored lights I haven’t strung

Elvis: And a one-man four-part Christmas carol waiting to be sung

Stephen: Call me silly, call me sappy

Call me many things, the first of which is happy

You doubt, but you’re sad

I don’t, but I’m glad

Sometimes atheists seem like the most angry or angriest people in the world. Bill Maher, Ricky Gervais, Stephen Hitchens seem to love to attack people who believe. I don’t know if it comes from fear, anger, hatred, or what, but they don’t seem to be happy people. I know that I do suffer from depression and anxiety and when I think of the religious right, I do get sad and angry. But my belief gives me joy. Whenever I think of Jesus, his ministry, his life, his second coming, I smile and I have hope.

Both: I guess we’re even

Stephen: At least that’s what I believe in

Both: And there are much worse things

With Christmas, Christians celebrate the birth of our Savior, our Redeemer in a manger in Bethlehem but we also are celebrating the man whose ministry rocked the world. A Rabbi who taught us that we don’t have to be slaves to our fear, our hate, our sin. An innocent lamb who took on all the sin and hate and fear of the world and died one of the most horrible deaths you could have.

We celebrate that Jesus is working today through the Holy Spirit by His believers speaking out against injustice, speaking up for the oppressed, and performing works in this world through a myriad of ways.

And we also celebrate the Jesus that will return in all of His Glory, to judge the living and the dead but also to restore and fully manifest His kingdom — a kingdom without income inequality, no sex trafficking, no war, no violence, a kingdom of humans living the way that we were supposed to before sin entered the world.

That is why I am happy and that is what I believe and there are much worse things.

“An American Noel”: If Jesus came today, my 2nd favorite Christmas Song.

“An American Noel”: If Jesus came today, my 2nd favorite Christmas Song

My 2nd favorite Christmas song is a folk song by David Carter and Tracy Grammer. This little known song is beautiful in it’s simplicity. It poses a “What if?” What if Jesus was born today?

four in the mornin at the trade winds motel

the register reads all full up and the clerk thinks, just as well

but out in the tool shed by an old coleman lamp

a little family makes its meager camp

The ancient Hebrews believed that the Messiah would be born in a regal family. They didn’t suspect that He was going to be born of a lower middle class working family from Nazareth of all places.

In John 1: 46 Nathaniel asks “Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?” It would be if the Messiah was born in downtown Detroit or in the Appalachians .

Jesus came to save us all, but he also came to speak up for the oppressed and the poor.

“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,

because he has anointed me

to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners

and recovery of sight for the blind,

to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”[f]

When Jesus said this in a synagogue in Nazareth, his hometown, people knew that He was declaring that He was the Messiah. The wealthy and the powerful feared and despised Him. They plotted to kill Him and they did.

I believe that Jesus will return in all of His Glory. I believe that the wicked will be punished, the mourning will smile. The hungry will be fed. But if God decided to try it again, to come to the world in the flesh, he would be called a Marxist. He would be ridiculed on Fox News. Franklin Graham and other religious right leaders would want nothing to do with him. Trump would call Him a loser and his so called Christian supporters would agree.

Things haven’t changed much between 30 AD and now. Technology has advanced. We like to think of ourselves as more civilized but really deep down we are still the same greedy, prideful, sinful people we always were. And there are still the poor and the oppressed who are mocked. There are politicians who rig the system to benefit the wealthy. Just look at the tax monstrosity that Franklin Graham was silent about.

But there are also true believers, those who love God and serve Him and wait on baited breath for Him to return. They are wandering souls who live in the world but don’t really belong. Jesus gave hope to them when He walked the earth. He gives them hope today. I have a wandering soul and Jesus gives me hope and joy . I pray that He returns and returns soon.

and there comes a savior

and a preacher in the park

and he camps with the homeless

where they shiver in the dark

he delivers salvation

to the weary and the cold

and he brings joy, joy, joy to the wanderin soul

he brings joy, joy, joy to the wanderin soul 


My third favorite Christmas song is “Christmas Dream” by Perry Como. With a guest writerui

My third favorite Christmas song is “Christmas Dream” by Perry Como. With a guest writer.

There isn’t anything really special about the lyrics. It is a song wanting us to remember the meaning of Christmas with a couple stanzas in German.

No, the reason why this is my third is because of family. I am blessed to have a family that loves and cares for me, even if they are pretty conservative – my father is still a never Trump Republican. But through our disagreements and such there is love.

My Grandpa Louie liked this song and would dance with my mom to it ‘round Christmas time. He opened a tavern in rural Wisconsin. He was a 100% Polish American from Milwaukee who left to open a tavern in an unincorporated village named Monterey north of Oconomowoc. The lone Pole in a community of German and Irish, he made the tavern work. He was a character, a storyteller, an entertainer. He was much more than just a slinger of drinks, he became a legend.

People from all over the world would stop in to Louie’s Trading Post and ask for a Pabst, or an Manhattans and they would get a bottle of Blatz or if they were a female, a shorty Miller Lite. You didn’t swear in his tavern and if you got out of line, he would show you the door.

I loved him deeply and I still miss him. After he died, he left the tavern to my mom and me. That was in 2000. I suffered incredible social anxiety. I would tend bar but only for a half hour and then rush into the house and watch TV

But over the years, I got more and more comfortable behind the bar. I became more and more comfortable with myself. Even if I became more and more liberal. Waukesha County is the most conservative county in Wisconsin. But I also became a slinger of drinks and people began to come to see me. By the end I was behind the bar six hours a night.

I always loved Christmas time around the bar. We would put up decorations, play Christmas songs on the CD player. And the first one we played every year was “Christmas Dream.” My mom and I would dance this elaborate dance and have a fun time. Sometimes I would imagine that the Spirit Of Grandpa Louie was dancing with us.

Crazy things, said an’ done,

Every single day but one!

Every night should, I believe,

Be the same as Christmas Eve,

Nights should all be silent,

Days should all slow down,

An end to the hurry, the noise and the worry!

And I hope you believe that too!

It’s Christmas,


Does no one remember?

Christmas Dream

I remember, and I always smile when I do.

Guest writer, Mom:

Memories are funny things. I do remember dancing around the tavern to “Christmas Dream.” When alone I would fantasize about dancing up to each of my customers, bestowing a Christmas wish. I dreamed of Daddy being with me, but I never had the chance to physically dance to this song with him.

When Max shared this dance with me, we would include Daddy’s spirit and I think that Max added my tears of remembrance to the slurry of that Christmas pudding and out came a new mythic memory — and tradition. Its a good tradition. And a good memory.

God is not Dead: my 4th favorite Christmas Song: “ I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day”

Many of these songs on my list have a bittersweet quality to them. This is no different. This poem was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in 1864, during a period of grief after losing his wife in a house fire. The lyrics as true now as they were then. Some of the best art comes from depression and pain. The best version is sung by Burl Ives and was recorded in 1965.

Today we live in a world of sex trafficking, a world of wars that seem to have no rules of engagement. We live in a nation of leaders claiming that we are a Christian nation, yet act and make policies as if “God is dead or asleep.”, it seems to be a world without hope. A world filled to the brim with death, despair, and depression.

This whole past year could be summed up in these words:

And in despair I bowed my head

There is no peace on earth I said

For hate is strong and mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good will to men

Almost every day on the news we see a mass shooting here, a hate crime there, a president who divides rather than unites and a crooked church that backs him to the hilt and our heart aches. It seems that God is nowhere to be seen and many atheists and agnostics see this cruel world that “mocks the song of peace on earth good will to men” and say that they want nothing to do with it and flee the church and God.


Then rang the bells more loud and deep

God is not dead, nor does he sleep

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail

With peace on earth, good will to men

This is the promise and hope we have In Jesus. Some people treat Jesus like He is a get out of Hell free card. But focusing on heaven or hell when it comes to Jesus is like talking about a wonderful sundae and talking about the cherry on top and missing the awesomeness of that sundae.

No, God saw a world in pain, a world filled with injustice and said “NO MORE!” He knew that we could not save ourselves so He became flesh. His word became manifest into a human being to live among us, work among us, teach us how to be fully human, to be the people we were meant to be before sin entered the world. He then died a painful and cruel death inflicted by men whose hate was strong. He did this for us. These men mocked the song that Jesus was singing. Yet death did not have the last laugh. The sting was gone. We as believers no longer are bound by sin and death.

And so good will prevail. Jesus uses His remnant to fight for justice, to speak out loud and deep like the bells of the song letting both the mockers and the haters know that “God is not Dead nor Does He Sleep.”

This speaks to a power stronger than any on the face of the earth. The Power of the Holy Spirit. One that will make sure that the wrong will fail.

It may seem hopeless right now but that is why as Christians we have to focus on the second part of the song and not let the first part paralyze us. Because that is what the enemy wants.

I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day

What the Dickens: My Sixth and Fifth Favorite Christmas Songs

I love Christmas and for those who have been following this series, you know I love Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” I have watched about 50 different adaptations of this story and am trying to watch every filmed adaptation. The first one I can remember watching is the 1970 musical “Scrooge” with Albert Finney.

I love “Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol” and Razzleberry Dressing. When Alex Keaton’s family portrays the various ghosts, to the Smurfs, to a “Ghost and Mrs. Muir” TV episode where the great late comic genius Charles Nelson Riley, as the goofy uncle Claymore plays Scrooge in a dream sequence.

My #6 and #5 songs both come from musical adaptations of “A Christmas Carol” and there are more of these than I thought.

#6 is “I Like Life” from “Scrooge.” It is a song that the Ghost Of Christmas Present sings to Scrooge.

Scrooge had 40+ years of hating people, hating life and yes, of hating himself.

Huge in girth as well as Christmas spirit, getting Scrooge drunk on the milk of human kindness he begins to show Scrooge all the good things about life. Even Scrooge gets in on the fun. And he starts to turn.

It starts with The Ghost Of Christmas present listing a litany of the darker things of life:

Ebenezer Scrooge The sins of man are huge. A never-ending symphony Of villainy and infamy Duplicity, deceit, and subterfuge. And no one’s worse than Ebenezer Scrooge Though man’s a handy candidate for Hell I must admit life sometimes has it’s brighter side as well.

The Ghost then sings about how life is good and can be good if you just see it and make a vow with life to enjoy it and make it better. But Scrooge of course does not see it this way


That’s all very well for you

But I hate life

Ghost of Christmas Present

Nonsense man!



Because life hates me, that’s why!

I Like Life

Sometimes it seems that life is designed to kill the spirit. We start life all wide eyed and bushy tailed but disappointments, hurts, and other things kill that spirit. I do believe that there are no irremediable people. It takes wanting to change and people helping you to change but I do believe that change is possible. In this song when Scrooge feels giddy and happy for the first time in decades, and you, the viewer, can’t help but feel happy.

That leads to #5 “Bless Us All” from the “Muppets Christmas Carol.”

This is another one of my favorite adaptations. Michael Caine is great as Scrooge, acting against Muppets with a straight dower face. From the opening number “Scrooge” this song talks about how loneliness and bitterness turns someone into a man like Scrooge. You have the entire Muppet population of London against him. One muppet street vender sings “Even the vegetables don’t Like him.”

A group of Muppet carolers sing “ He must be so lonely. He must be so sad. He goes to extremes to convince us he’s bad. He’s really a victim of fear and of pride, look close and there must be a sweet man inside.” After a pause all the Muppets say “Nahh!” Again nobody in the beginning believes that there is an ounce of good in him. Scrooge

But “Scrooge” is not my number five. My number five song is also sung in the Ghost Of Christmas present segment, by the Cratchetts played by Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog. “Bless Us All” is a song of love and a song of hope. It starts with the famous line “May God Bless Us Everyone.”

I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.

As a Christian, I believe that there is no greater love than the love we get from God through Jesus Christ. The belonging I feel is stronger than anything.

We Always Comfort And Forgive.

It Is so easy to become bitter and angry like Scrooge. That is why forgiveness and community are so important. We get comfort from each other.

But my favorite lines of this song are:

Let us run from anger and catch us when we fall. Teach us in our dreams, and please yes please, Bless us one and all.

Bless Us All

This is a perfect prayer. Scrooge did not run from anger or bitterness. He ran right to it. Weare not perfect. We will fall and fall a lot, but God loves us and protects and will lift us up. That is why loneliness is the worst thing, because it allows us to fester in our despair and become angry and cynical and bitter. But with God and community we can share our pain and let our pain go so we can truly love life.

Who are you calling a Grinch: My 7th favorite Christmas somg

Everyone has seen Dr. Seuss’s “How The Grinch Stole Christmas.” It is a holiday TV staple. Every Friday after Thanksgiving I go over to my best friend Dok’s house and help him and his wife, Lucy, clean and then we watch “The Grinch.” The animation is beautiful, the Seussian rhyming is at it’s best, with Boris Karloff narrating and Thul Ravenscroft singing “You’re A Mean One, Mister Grinch.” For years I thought Boris Karloff was doing the singing. I didn’t realize it was Ravenscroft until after he died.

This song plays while the Grinch in all of his grinchiness steals Christmas from the poor Whos down in Whoviille. The descriptors are excellent.

He’s called a bad banana with a greasy black peel, a nasty wasty skunk, the king of sinful sots, a crooked jerky jockey, and my all time favorite insult:

You’re a three-decker sauerkraut
And toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

You can’t come up with a better insult than that. The thing is we use “Grinch” as an insult, just like we do “Scrooge”. But like “The Christmas Carol”, “The Grinch” is a redemptive tale. The Grinch was a heartless angry loner who saw joy and hated it. He was a creature who mistreated poor Max something awful. I always felt sorry for that dog. But after doing one of the most heinous things, stealing Christmas and lying to Little Cindy Lou Who he then sees the love of the Whos down in Whoville, singing even without ribbons and tags but just for the love of Christmas and the love of each other. He was changed him and his heart grew three sizes.

But when we think of a Grinch, we don’t think about the smiling redemptive character that cuts the roast beast at the end of the show. We think of the bitter vindictive creature. Why is that? He was the Grinch before and He was the Grinch after just with a larger heart.

So I think the time of using it as an insult should end. There is a parody of this song “Your A Mean One, Mr. Trump”on YouTube. I won’t post because it uses foul language.

Speaking of Trump, his tax bill is very Grinchy and many of the words used to describe the Grinch could be used to describe Trump. I am praying that he will have a redemptive journey and that his ego will shrink two sizes and his heart with grow three sizes.

It is unlikely. But I am a Christian and I believe in miracles.

You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch

Read more: Soundtrack Artists – You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch! Lyrics | MetroLyrics

A Politically Incorrect Yet Decent Christmas Song: My 8th top Christmas Song.

My pick for my eighth favorite Christmas song is a funny little ditty written and sung by Wisconsin’s own alt folk Rocker Mary Karlzen. It makes fun in a very nice and decent way how atheists sometimes go overboard when it comes to Christmas.

It starts with:

It’s that Holiday time of year again. I guess I can’t say Christmas. Someone might get off of their butt and I want to be politically correct.

Political correctness really started taking off in the 1990s. It went away for a while and came back with a vengeance over the last 10 years. It is the idea that we can’t say or do certain things because we might offend people. A college student dressed up as a sexy Indian for Halloween and she is verbally attacked. Or should I say Native American? We have safe spaces in universities where people are protected from any language that might be offensive to them. Bill Maher’s invitation to Berkeley is denied because he said some “politically incorrect” things about Muslims. I think he says some “politically incorrect” and offensive things about Christians. But he has a right to say them.

Some are offended when people say, “Merry Christmas”, or if there is a Christmas tree in the State Capital. You don’t shut speech down by trying to force people to be politically correct. You put your own symbols up.

It’s the Holiday time of year again and the Nativity scene is looking sad. We didn’t want to piss off the neighbors or make anybody mad. So we stuck a Bret Favre bubblehead where the baby Jesus should lay and remember when we could say Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays.

But while the PC thought police can go too far, and I do believe that they have pushed too far, Trumpism is a backlash to that. There is such a thing as decency. And Trump has crossed that Rubicon from politically incorrect to indecent long ago.

Talking about women as sex objects is not being politically incorrect, it is being sexist and crude. Saying that most of illegal immigrants are rapists is not politically incorrect, it is a slur and racist.

Yes, most of the deadliest terrorist attacks in the world were committed by Muslims. There is Islamic terrorism and to deny that is to be politically correct but to say that most Muslims want to kill us is not politically incorrect but flat out wrong. I know I am going deep in this blog but I am sick of offensive hateful speech being called politically incorrect when it is racist, sexist, xenophobic, and not funny at all.

But what is funny are these lyrics:

It’s Holiday Time of year again and the kids are out caroling. But we didn’t want the atheists on the block to sue us over what they sing. So it’s Joy do the World Ain’t Dogs Fun and We Wish You A Merry Krispy Kreme. And remember back when you could say Merry Christmas not Happy Holidays

I do believe that sometimes atheists go to far. Sometimes it seems that Bill Maher and Franklin Graham feed off off of each other. They both show the same disrespect and borderline hate to the other side.

If you don’t like a nativity scene, add a menorah or a free thinker’s plaque. I believe that the answer isn’t less speech, it is more. And while I wouldn’t say there is a war on Christmas, I do believe that some atheists would love it if Christians would just go away.

I view the public square as a table. Fundamentalists want to control and own the table. Atheists want to kick all Christian away from the table while many Christians like me, just want a place at the table to speak, to share our faith when appropriate, and to listen, and to be me. And my faith is an important part of me.

Operation Today is the Day: Let’s Help Bring Rev. Franklin Graham Back to the Light.

Atheists believe that he is a perfect example of hypocritical Christianity. Many Christians I know believe that he is a lost soul who sold out his principals for politics, that he is too far gone to be saved.

I do not agree. I do believe that he has lost his way. He has let loss of Christianity’s political power, anger at the rising tide of secularism, and fear cloud his judgement. He has been seduced by a wicked man and wicked politics. He has gotten in bed with a man who represents everything that Christ stood against. Instead of celebrating humility, he honors a man who symbolizes pride.

He speaks up about a public school coach who was barred from praying before a game yet he is silent about the fact that our politicians are corrupt and are about to pass a tax bill that rewards the wealthy and hurts the poor. One that politicians like Lindsey Graham (no relation) admitted that if he didn’t pass, his donors would be angry with him. Rev. Graham should speak out for the former, the coach, but not forget about the latter.

We live in a nation where our rulers are rebels and thieves always chasing after gifts and looking after bribes and Franklin Graham doesn’t say a thing. He supported Trump because he hated Hillary Clinton and her policies on abortion among other things. But he traded a Jezebel for a Manasseh. He knows what type of man that Trump is yet he continues to support him after all of his tweets. The Billy Bush Access Hollywood Tape should have been a red line. After that Rev. Graham and his support for Trump basically said that Christianity stands for nothing.

But it is not to late. God gave him great gifts. He has just gone astray into apostasy. I have been trying to bring him back into the light for more than a year.

I made videos using his father’s book “Peace With God” as a guide 10 Rules For Franklin Graham.

I wrote e-mails.I called him. I tried to speak to him when he came to my state capital, Madison. All to no avail.

I even donated money to him asking him to speak up against Trump.

But I am just one man. I am nobody. One man is a crank, but hundreds of people is a movement, I ask you to join me. To call his office.


Or write him at Billy Graham Evangelistic Association

1 Billy Graham Parkway

Charlotte, NC 28201

Maybe even donate money like I did, urging him to gird up his loins and stand up for Christ against Trump’s behavior and policies and if he doesn’t, demand a refund.

But, we do this out of love. Yes we will shame him, show him scripture and where he is wrong but also scripture to show him how he could actually help the Kingdom of God.

No, I don’t believe he is lost for good, all he needs is a little push. And with the Holy Spirit and hundreds of Christians praying and reaching out to him, I believe that He can be brought back into the light.

I have created a Facebook group to help usher this in. Operation Today Is the Day: Let’s Save Franklin Graham

I May Be A Misfit But I Am Not a Nitwit: my 9th favorite Christmas song, “We’re A Couple of Misfits”

I know that in my last blog I mentioned how the song Rudolph gives a negative message that people who are different are valuable only if they can do something for you. But number nine on my ranking of top 10 favorite Christmas songs is “We’re A Couple Of Misfits” from Rankin Bass’s 1964 classic “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.”

Now in this show Rudolph is teased and shunned as usual. There is also an elf who doesn’t want to be an elf but would rather be a dentist who is also made fun of. These two find each other and have adventures trying to get away from the abominable snow monster, and an adventure in the Island of Misfit Toys where all the imperfect toys end up.

The story starts with Rudolph’s father Donner trying to hide Rudolph’s ever glowing nose but when it becomes unhidden, he is ridiculed and no longer allowed to play the reindeer games. That is when he meets Hermie, an elf that wants to be more than just an elf. He wants to be in- de- pendent. They become fast friends and try to be in-de-pendent together. Both not fitting in their own worlds and that is when they sing a song that celebrates their and in a way our differences

These are the best lyrics about celebrating individuality:

We may be different from the rest.

Who decides the test?

Of what is really best?

We’re a couple of misfits.

We’re a couple of misfits.

What’s the matter with misfits?

That’s where we fit in!

It is silly how we try to put ourselves in a cookie cutter world where the square pegs stand out and are cast aside. But these two found each other and became Misfits together.

I have never been popular. I have always felt outside of the mainstream. I am glad that I have my own friends, my own group of Misfits to have fun with.

But in this world we live in, being a true follower of Christ makes you a misfit. Atheists make fun of you and consider you foolish. You don’t fit it with the fundamentalists when you question their dogma and their politics. We become a people that don’t fit in. But community is important. If one community treats you like a misfit, find another community that will accept you for you are. If they don’t accept you for you are, do you really want to be part of that community.

I am blessed that I have found two communities. My gaming group and my church don’t just tolerate this misfit, but they love this misfit and allow this misfit to use his gifts for the good of the rest.

We are all broken in one way or another. We all have something that separates us from another. The key is to not let it, rather to love our neighbors, differences and all. And that is what this song is all about.

We’re A Couple Of Misfits

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