Posted by
Roger on Saturday, December 22, 2007 11:12:49 PM
Let's Straighten It OutChristmas has become far greater and, at the same time, far less than it ought to be. For genuine believers in the Christ of Christmas, a time of reverence and awe at the nature and events of Jesus’ birth may properly include many of the sacred traditions—singing, gifts, story-telling, worship, and even fun. The birth of a human prince might easily warrant all of that; the birth of the heavenly Son no less! As with the human event, some might enjoy the celebration with little appreciation of its importance or happiness at the birth itself—such is human nature. However, any mortal ruler would draw the line at significant protests or demonstrations opposing the birth. I wonder what God thinks about what goes on during this time that once was meant to honor the birth of His Son. He has the right to object, but He may be more disappointed at the behavior of those who supposedly follow Him.
I have referred, more than once, to Bob Briner’s
Deadly Detours, and I think he’d agree, that the ways some Christians deal with the controversy about celebrating the holiday, qualifies as a very deadly, very off-the-track, and counter-productive expression of Christian devotion. Personally I am torn. On the one hand,
I’m sick of what I see. I like
the idea of suing various public institutions (like the ACLU) that seem to want to keep Christmas, a Christian holy day, but strip it of anything remotely religious or spiritual. On the other, I feel like perhaps we should
take our holiday and celebrate it on some other date and in a manner more appropriate than the highly commercialized, fantasized, and secularized season that it has become. Certainly, fighting ungraciously to keep so many things that contradict or neglect the sacred is
worse than pointless; it is counter-productive.
To be frank, I rather like some of the traditions. Christmas music is some of the most beautiful ever written or performed, sometimes by unbelieving musicians (This makes me smile, every time I
watch it). Even with all the distortions of media, advertisers, and script-writers, the season still manages to honor the one whose birthday began it, by bringing out some of the best human impulses of kindness and generosity. Many of the most secular aspects like Santa Claus, Christmas trees, and candy canes offer opportunity for spiritual explanation: the generosity of Saint Nicholas, the symbolism of stars, lights, and many decorations, and illustrations based on other traditional Christmas elements.
Nothing is more appropriate than the nature of genuine gifts that represent so well the gift of God’s Son, as long as we avoid the super-spiritual, grossly inappropriate “giving” of some token of faith than the recipient will neither appreciate nor understand. I’m not impressed if someone “gives” me a tree planted in the rain forest that I will never see and that does not represent my convictions; I wouldn’t expect someone else to appreciate an expression of my spiritual beliefs that he or she doesn’t share. After all, a good gift will reflect our knowledge of the person to whom we give it.
The Magi chose intriguing gifts for the infant Jesus. Gold certainly showed respect for the one the believed to be royalty, the promised “King of the Jews.”
Frankincense and
myrrh were also precious and worthy for a prince but may have reflected awareness, at some level, of divinity, worthy of worship by incense, and death with spices used in embalming. Prescient, spiritually inspired, or coincidental, they were truly awesome gifts. I imagine Mary and Joseph discussed them on many a late night along with the other marvels of Jesus’ birth.
The adult Jesus drove money-changers and merchants from the temple. I suspect He finds the crass commercialism associated with the celebration that bears His name equally offensive, but then the United States or a mall isn’t the temple. As hard as they try, the opponents of Christian beliefs can’t eradicate the Bible stories, sacred symbols, spiritual traditions, or true meaning from the marketplace, where any child or adult, Jew, Muslim, or atheist may stumble upon it. A few vocal critics express their offense at seeing such things; of course, they lie. Their problem isn’t offense; rather it is contempt for those who genuinely believe. I don’t find the books and symbols of other religions offensive. How can things, which hold no meaning for me, possibly offend me? No, the things that offend are the contemptuous blasphemies heaped on the things I believe and worship. The claims of offense are a ruse that has been remarkably effective in driving majority Christian citizens and their faith out of the public square, even as Islam and Kwanza are welcomed in the name of multiculturalism and diversity, the religion of postmodern relativists.
Although I remain torn between culture war and isolationist withdrawal, not unlike the options we face with regard to political choices, I believe our best choice is creative engagement.
I am, at heart, a peacemaker. I generally reject war as a desperate necessity when our enemies seek our destruction, and I generally reject pacifism as ineffective if the issues of conflict are not resolved. So, for me, that lawsuit idea is still on the table, since the opponents of Christianity seem to be waging war against us; but bold, aggressive peacemaking must occur if we are to win more than an empty victory.
It all comes down to one question: Do we celebrate stale, empty tradition or do we celebrate truth? If it’s truth, as I believe, then we should use every tool, every creative idea, and every kind and thoughtful gesture to demonstrate and persuade our neighbors of the truth—that God became man (
Chuck Colson makes a great point about that) and this “Immanuel” dwelt among us, that he humbled himself even to the point of death, that His name Jesus was chosen because He would save us from our sins, and that, in time, His death became the key to the greatest, unspeakably amazing gift of salvation, truly free, wholly unearned, and completely undeserved. All other traditions are largely superfluous,
fun, sentimental or even sappy, but beside
the real point. The most beautiful, authentic crèche is pointless without a loving interpretation. Jesus is no more in
that feeding trough than on the
crucifixes that hang in many churches or on chains around many necks.
Certainly,
“Merry Christmas,” spoken in a tone more in keeping with rude profanities brings no honor to the Christ of Christmas, and it will never win any converts. It makes me think of parents who let little Johnny or Joanie have his or her willful way when they’re small; later, when parental permissiveness has produced an even more willful teenager, Mom and Dad are finally ready for the “rod of correction,” too late to work but just in time to make matters worse. I thought I had said
my last word, two years ago.
We Christians are equally remiss in complacently watching our culture behave badly, often not behaving much better ourselves. Like the frog in a slowly warming kettle, we have been comfortable in our blissful ignorance, until suddenly we notice that it is getting rather hot. Of course, that frog, soaking in the sauna, doesn’t have much energy or will left, and just escaping from the pot may be more than he can manage. I don’t know how many Christians will escape, let alone find a way to convince the cooks to “taste and see that the Lord is good.” If some do, I think we can straighten out our twisted Christmas and get the good news message out to this generation, that really needs it!