Merry Christmas!
Since it is now after December 25, we are officially in the
Christmas season. You might not know it from the stores since they're already
displaying Valentine's day paraphernalia and even a bit of Saint Patrick,
but we as Anglicans, Episcopalians, Roman Catholics, and others, are in the
season of Christmas that lasts until 6 January, the feast of the Epiphany.
Gone are the Christmas
carols from the radio although, thank God,
there are still CDs and YouTubes that we can listen to.
We hear the progressing Christmas story
in church, and we're still watching the kids play with their new
toys and enjoying the Christmas tree. It’s a
nice time of year.
This year Christmas has been tinged with worry and concern
and fear. The stock market went down like a rocket just last week, the government shutdown has frightened many
people who have money invested, and the government shutdown, even partial,
causes problems for those who depend on government services. We still have
refugees on our borders begging to come in, but
who are detained or turned back. Two children, separated from their
parents by immigration, have died without
their parents to hold them or to fight for their health and safety. It’s a
lot to take in, and it makes for a very sad
run-up to Christmas which supposed to be joyous and happy. It probably was joyous
for most of us, but for others, it hasn’t
been a happy Christmas.
In the Christmas story,
it probably wasn’t a happy time for Mary and Joseph as they journeyed the miles
to Bethlehem. Having been pregnant myself, I can only wonder that Mary could
have borne such a journey on donkey-back
or foot at a time so close to her delivery date. When they arrived, they found that there was no room for
them in the inn, as the story tells us. Whether or not that is the way it
happened, who knows? They could have had a
space that was reserved for animals attached
to that a house, or a spare room in the home of a relative, or any one of many possibilities. All we know is what the
Gospels tell us, and, like news today, Bible stories can be slanted in favor of one opinion or belief
over another. The Gospel stories were written by
different authors for various groups of people, and so they differ even as three of them are very like in content.
We are still singing Christmas carols it at church, and still
are wishing people Merry Christmas, although wishes
for a happy new year are coming up quickly. The greens and the poinsettias are gradually disappearing,
but for many of us, the trees remain, the vestments and paraments are still white
and gold, and
we’re still rejoicing. That’s a good
thing. Meanwhile, we hear the Christmas
story with one eye on the news, and we
wonder how far have we come with our reactions to that story and how we relate
to it. How our actions guided by what we believe about that story?
As we continue to celebrate Christmas, we still have the
opportunity to do things that perhaps we just
didn’t have time for before the holiday began. Did we intend to contribute to a worthy charity, or help in a
food bank, or supply gently used clothing and shoes to places where the less
fortunate could obtain them? It’s not a matter of it’s time to do the
housekeeping and clean out the closets; it
is an opportunity to extend Christmas and the spirit of giving a little while
longer. Just because Christmas Day is over for many of us, doesn’t mean that
people aren’t still hungry, still needing warmer clothes or even toys for the children. I can’t think of anything
sadder than a child for whom Christmas is just another day, wondering if there will be enough to eat, a dry blanket, or something
to play with. They exist, in the homeless communities, in the slums, and
other places where often the most miserable
people are forced to call home. Jesus certainly didn’t get new toys. Mary and
Joseph didn’t get each other expensive or
romantic gifts unless you count the
mutual love they both had for this miracle child. Families today don’t always
have that opportunity either.
I can’t give up on Christmas yet. There’s still stuff to do, stuff that
continues even after the Christmas season yields to Epiphahytide and beyond. I think I need Christmas to remind me that all
year, even without beautiful colored lights and smells of evergreens, there is
still a bit of Christmas inside, like the coals of a banked fire just waiting
to be fanned into life again.
I’ll hang on to that metaphor for a while. Christmas is more than a pile of presents
under a tree or huge festive meals. It’s about giving and receiving, just as we
are supposed to give to those in need. After all, Jesus is a gift we receive
all year long. We’re just trying to pay
that gift forward as he told us to do.
God bless.
Originally published on Speaking to the Soul on Episcopal Café Saturday, December 29, 2018.
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