I’m getting all my holiday stuff done early this year.
So here’s my Christmas poem to you for this holiday season.
Subscribers of the Cloudburst Poetry list know I’m a Christian, so they may be puzzled why I don’t mention anything about faith or the birth of Christ.
Because I’m a Christian, and because the Bible says nothing about celebrating a day for Jesus’ birth, we in our home don’t mix the fun and goofy Santa stuff with the serious reverence we have for the Lord.
Somehow it doesn’t seem right to sing and talk about a children’s myth, however enjoyable it is, with the deepest truth of all. Rudolph followed by “Silent Night” just doesn’t get it for me.
Much of the religious celebration is shallow and gets the facts wrong.
Faith is much like the Christmas tree: there is a point beyond which it is over-decorated. Too many lights, too much of the silver stuff, balls crowding each other out.
Faith is not garish nor flashy. And God save us from the commercialism, which so many complain about while maxing out their credit cards. (Maybe the worst offenders are the loudest complainers?)
The beauty of Christ is not in Christmas. It’s in the simple faith of Christians who gather together weekly to eat a pared-down meal, to remember not a birth but a death, and to refill their lungs and steel their hearts for a week of service and singing the song of peace and good-will which are established through giving one’s life into the Lord’s hands.
We like Santa and his reindeer. We like Christmas. We disapprove of the Frankensteins who want to purge the season of any hint of religiosity, feeling with our Catholic and Protestant friends the pressure of the cultural war being waged against people who claim some type of Christian faith.
But the season doesn’t hold for us the spiritual content so many pour into it. As disciples who follow the New Testament of Christ, it seems this special observance detracts from Christianity more than it decorates it.
So here we come early, to wish you and yours a jolly, joyous, merry Christmas, with the laughter of family in your ears, children’s shouts bouncing off the walls, tables graced with food prepared with love and care, and time to look each other in the eye and say, “I love you” and to discover how you can be the servant of Christ to serve the needs of those you love and those who need the love of God.
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