WHY CHRISTMAS?
In a world that treats God or Jesus with all the relevancy
of the Tooth Fairy or The Big Pumpkin,
WHY CHRISTMAS?
No guru am I. Still, I have some reflections ...
1.) We want to believe.
Like Fox Mulder, we want to believe ...
that SomeOne is, not just watching from Up Above, but that He is invisibly walking beside us, having once walked in the flesh beside a ragtag group of common men.
We want to believe Magic and Miracles are still possible.
Ask any mother holding her first-born in her arms for the first time, marveling that this tiny, cooing life had come from within her,
if Magic and Miracles are possible.
You know what answer you will get.
Most sneer about the possibility of Miracles in our modern age. But Christmas gives us permission to be be children and believe for a season again.
Which leads me to speculate ...
2.) WE WANT TO BE AS CHILDREN AGAIN.
CHRISTMAS allows us to redeem our childhood innocence for an all too-short season.
As VR Barkowski wrote in a comment not too long ago, the best stories have redemption at their heart. And the tales of Christmas passed down through the centuries is a great story.
And why not? It affords us a chance to look at each moment of life with a child-like sense of wonder, awe, and surprise.
Children haven't yet grown jaded. They meet no ordinary people in their lives.
All is new and fresh. And seeing their wonder at such things as elaborate Christmas lights, festive ornamented pine trees, and carols sung to neighbors for the first time --
we live our childhood and theirs at the same time.
We look out the window and just for a moment under the moonlight, we are a child again, and we see Sugar Plum Faeries skating across the frozen bird bath.
3.) GIFTS.
Business men the world over want to keep Christmas,
even though some of them replace Christ with an X to save precious space on store front windows and not to offend other religions.
But I am talking about us giving gifts. Some have made it a burden by trying to play Santa to too many people.
Still Christmas is not type specific like birthdays, anniversaries, Mother's and Father's Days. The whole world gets in on the act.
We can give to anyone -- and anyone can give to us.
C. S. Lewis said, “Nothing you have not given away will ever really be yours.”
Like love.
Which leads to the greatest gift of all :
4.) PEACE ON EARTH. GOOD WILL TO MAN.
What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.”
And at Christmas time, most of us try to become a little better than we have been.
As World War I's Christmas Truce proved :
Christmas truce was a series of widespread unofficial ceasefires that took place along the Western Front around Christmas of 1914, during the First World War.
Through the week leading up to Christmas, parties of German and British soldiers began to exchange seasonal greetings and songs between their trenches;
on occasion, the tension was reduced to the point that individuals would walk across to talk to their opposite numbers bearing gifts.
On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, many soldiers from both sides – as well as, to a lesser degree, from French units – independently ventured into "No man's land",
where they mingled, exchanging food and souvenirs. As well as joint burial ceremonies, several meetings ended in carol-singing.
Troops from both sides had also been so friendly as to play games of football with one another.
Though there was no official truce, about 100,000 British and German troops were involved in unofficial cessations of fighting along the length of the Western Front.
The first truce started on Christmas Eve, 24 December 1914, when German troops began decorating the area around their trenches in the region of Ypres, Belgium.
The Germans began by placing candles on their trenches and on Christmas trees, then continued the celebration by singing Christmas carols.
The British responded by singing carols of their own. The two sides continued by shouting Christmas greetings to each other. Soon thereafter, there were excursions across No Man's Land,
where small gifts were exchanged, such as food, tobacco and alcohol, and souvenirs such as buttons and hats.
The artillery in the region fell silent that night.
The truce also allowed a breathing spell where recently fallen soldiers could be brought back behind their lines by burial parties. Joint services were held.
The truce is seen as a symbolic moment of peace and humanity amidst one of the most violent events of modern history.
So WHY CHRISTMAS?
Farmers give a section of land rest to go fallow and revitalize. Sleep puts healing brackets between even the harshest of days. Somehow the cut of a terrible day is blunted by a night's sleep.
So The Father gave this yearly holiday to heal and become the loving, kinder soul we could be year round.
Let the cynics say what they will. A man can no more diminish the truth by saying it does not exist than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIENDS!
ROLAND,
sometimes called DreamSinger.
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In a Persian Market (#BOTB)
1 hour ago
Merry Christmas Roland.
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Merry Christmas, Donna!
ReplyDeleteAfter driving in the night in blinding rain, I thought it might be wise to wish my friends an early Christmas greeting! LOL.
Merry Christmas! Hope it's enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteDo you have any time off over Christmas? No matter how we each view Christmas, it's a time for reflection.
I really love that WW1 event when football, christmas, and common sense prevailed even for one day!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a fabulous and utterly joyous Christmas! Take care
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D.G.:
ReplyDeleteI think Christmas is also a time of remebrance of those who have made your life special in some way and action in some way "Thanks" to them.
Thanks, D.G. :-)
I am slated to have Christmas off, but the future is always uncertain at the blood center.
May your holiday season only bring you joy!
Kitty:
Yes, the comman man seems to see the truly important things even when world leaders can only see their ambitions. Sigh.
Merry Christmas, Kitty!!