A friend of mine was walking through his neighborhood a few weeks before Christmas years ago. As he approached one house, he noticed the Nativity in the front yard. Everything was in its place; shepherds, wise men, Mary, Joseph, and manger. Only inside the manger was the baby Jesus wearing a Santa Claus hat; a fur-lined, red, hat with that cool looking white ball thingy at the top. That’s the problem with Christmas – many of us cannot see the difference between who Jesus was, what He taught and did, and the unhinged, consumerism of America’s most gluttonous season.
It requires us to ask: What should we be thinking and doing at Christmas?
Before a renaissance in my own thinking over the last 10 years, Christmas was essentially about getting the stuff wanted, the presents under the tree. A good Christmas meant I got what I wanted and the sweet potato pie was tasty. It had nothing to do with Jesus. In my religious tradition we simply did not celebrate Christmas as a religious event.
It was purely secular!
I remember asking my sixth grade Sunday school teacher, Larry, why we didn’t celebrate Christmas and Easter, and why we paid absolutely no attention to the Christian calendar. No Pentecost! No Advent! Nothing!
Larry told me that no one knew the exact dates of those events so to celebrate them on the dates proposed was outside what we knew from the Bible. That’s true, I suppose.
However, I also knew that my grandmother, as a black woman born shortly after the turn of the 20th century in Mississippi, had no birth certificate and no one could remember her exact birth date, but she still got older each year and we still acknowledged her life. I applaud Larry and the church of my youth for being concerned about what the Scriptures say, but at the end of the day it taught me that Christmas was about the same thing that Fisher-Price and Mattel wanted Christmas to be about: The stuff!
Shake It Off
Each year as Thanksgiving rolls around, I know that there are very few things that I need. A new pair of pants, some new shoes, maybe, but nothing alluring – no iPhones or new cars. I tell myself that I don’t need anything, don’t want anything, and that I won’t ask for anything, but I can never keep up with my plans. Suddenly newer things start shining, old things seem, well, old and in need of replacement. Those items and interest that seemed like nice hobbies to start “one day” turn into imperatives that need me to invest in them immediately. So I end up needing, asking and wanting more. Thank goodness for Cyber Monday!
Before I know it, this time of year, this Advent season, in which the church is to anticipate the coming of Jesus into the world, this time when we are to be looking to the Heavens with expectation about the healing of the world and the healing of our broken relationships with God and each other has somehow become a dime store smash and grab to see what stuff we can make off with.
Have you ever had that experience?
Am I the only one?
Recently, I was thinking about my Christmas coveting and reading about Francis of Assisi (these are not two things you should do simultaneously). Francis was born the son of a wealthy merchant and had visions of becoming a fighter. After an illness, however, he began to experience deep religious feelings. He would go off by himself to pray, wore ragged clothes and gave away money from the family business to the poor. As you might imagine, this made his father a little – um, irritated! His father took Francis to court and asked that the Bishop force him to give back all the money Francis had given to the poor. Equally as irritated as his father, Francis stripped off all his clothes, hurled them toward his father and walked out of the court proclaiming that he would only now speak of his Father in Heaven.