The Good Friday of Christmas?
My wife and I couldn't find the normal "Christmas" setting on our emotional dials this year. It's been a bit of a wild ride recently, and we were right in the middle of moving and painting... But I think it's more than that. I feel like our culture's push to post-Christmasness (Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings, etc.) is leaving people properly baffled. In effort to take Christ out of our culture, we've taken Christmas out of the December break, and then what's the point? Putting "seasonal presents" under a "holiday tree" is well past the point of ridiculous.
I like the reflection this Christmas brought. Like just how humble Jesus' advent was. I get the feeling reading the story that Mary and Joseph were so desperate to find a place that they were actually relieved to find a smelly barn. That never struck me before. I guess I just couldn't bring myself to accept the messy, stinky reality of it. Here was Jesus, born into a very desperate time, surrounded by poverty, disease and opression. (Well set aside that he was born so that he could die perhaps the most miserable death on record.) It seems a little discordant that sublime gifts should commemorate a historical event so earthy.
Perhaps this is the beginning of a new imperative: once again the meaning of Christmas will be determined by the church, and not the department store. Or perhaps it's just one more testament to the cultural dengration of Christianity. Perhaps both. All I know is that I don't want presents to cloud the meaning of Christmas for my children, either by their presence or their absence. It's going to be a complicated world they join. That's for certain. Perhaps it will be one with a resurrected Christmas...
I like the reflection this Christmas brought. Like just how humble Jesus' advent was. I get the feeling reading the story that Mary and Joseph were so desperate to find a place that they were actually relieved to find a smelly barn. That never struck me before. I guess I just couldn't bring myself to accept the messy, stinky reality of it. Here was Jesus, born into a very desperate time, surrounded by poverty, disease and opression. (Well set aside that he was born so that he could die perhaps the most miserable death on record.) It seems a little discordant that sublime gifts should commemorate a historical event so earthy.
Perhaps this is the beginning of a new imperative: once again the meaning of Christmas will be determined by the church, and not the department store. Or perhaps it's just one more testament to the cultural dengration of Christianity. Perhaps both. All I know is that I don't want presents to cloud the meaning of Christmas for my children, either by their presence or their absence. It's going to be a complicated world they join. That's for certain. Perhaps it will be one with a resurrected Christmas...
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