The news item in Kenya’s leading daily was so terse it smacked of an emergency. The government was importing “an extra 41 million male condoms…15 million in the next two weeks…the remainder in the first week of December.” But no, nothing untoward had suddenly visited upon this beautiful land. It was just a good government preparing to meet its peoples “demand for contraceptives during the festive season.”

At first, I was aghast at my compatriots choice of celebrating Yuletide. Priding myself for remaining true to the covenant I made upon marriage 10 years ago never to lust after another woman, I was beside myself with horror at the manner in which Christ was fast losing relevance at Christmas in “God-fearing” Kenya.

Yet upon closer examination, right there in black and white were my very own footprints on the path down this decadence! For Christmas to me has certainly not been about Christ either. It has been about lots of food, lots of beer for the relatives who drink, lots of pretentious laughter, lots of meaningless indulgence.

It is time Christ occupied His rightful place during Christmas. “He must become greater and greater and [we] must become less and less” (John 3:30 NLT). After all, it is His birthday.  —Willie, Kenya