You need not look far to find beautiful and thoughtful displays, tastefully decorated homes with glowing trees, and rows and rows of symmetrical twinkling lights. Step into one of these homes and the warm fire will greet you as you breathe in fresh scents of pine and cinnamon. It is beautiful and clean and so.very.pristine.
Looking upon these exquisite arrangements one senses order and peace.
O Holy Night
In contrast I'm reflecting on the untidy disorder and chaos in the lives of so many celebrating Christmas around the world this year.
They experience vastly different surroundings and a much more simplified version of the annual celebration of the Christ child. It looks nothing like the photos in the magazines and has not even the tiniest hint of Martha Stewart. There are no smells of fresh baked cookies or apple cider to entice them. They don't string lights around a tree, pile colorfully wrapped gifts high, or build gingerbread houses; yet meek and mild - they celebrate.
They experience vastly different surroundings and a much more simplified version of the annual celebration of the Christ child. It looks nothing like the photos in the magazines and has not even the tiniest hint of Martha Stewart. There are no smells of fresh baked cookies or apple cider to entice them. They don't string lights around a tree, pile colorfully wrapped gifts high, or build gingerbread houses; yet meek and mild - they celebrate.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth
It begs the question: Do 'Better Homes and Gardens' scenes with sparkling lights and gorgeous decorations reflect the Christmas story best? Are the experiences of a frightened and ashamed teenage mother-to-be anything like that?
Do the marginalized and suffering in our world experience Christmas more like Mary and Joseph did - or do we?
A thrill of hope - the weary world rejoices
I'm reflecting on these two extremes. I love the exquisitely ordered and the beautifully arranged. I close my eyes and picture that sort of beauty in our Heavenly home.
I long for a day when disparity and injustice ends. I dream of a Christmas were no child is enslaved, abused, and sold. I pray for the glorious morn, where the oppressed are free. I long to wake up to learn that no child is suffering or slowly starving to death. I dream of a day when people from every continent and every nation celebrate Jesus and His birth surrounded by love, joy, dancing, singing and immeasurable peace and beauty and justice.
Truthfully I also find great inspiration in the simple, dingy, gritty, humble celebrations of those who struggle and toil without access to our unstained images of Christmas. I long for their stripped down total dependence on God. I pray for spiritual wealth like that of the materially poor. I want their depth. I want their undying hope. I want a Christmas less like Oprah's and more like theirs.
While yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother; And in His name all oppression shall cease
As I soak in Christmas this year I find myself wanting two ones. I want the perfect looking, delicious smelling, pain free and unpolluted Christmas and I want the dirty, stinky, humble, difficult, but miraculous Christmas that Mary and Joseph and the rich in faith experience.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name
While I attempt to reconcile two very different Christmases, the celebrations only make sense to me in the context of good overcoming evil. God coming to earth in the form of His son Jesus, to live a sinless life, to die for us ... In His resurrection the promise that one day there will be beauty and justice for all.
The end of death.
The end of suffering.
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The end of death.
The end of suffering.
O Holy Night
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(Written and originally posted in 2010 - reposted in original format 2011 - EDITED 12/10/12 and posted AGAIN. Thank-you so much for reading. again.)
