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It is not what it used to be for me. I'm not talking, about when I was a child or when I was a young Mommy with my little boys - What I am talking about is controversial.
When I was a kid, we never went to church. Never. Not even for Christmas and Easter. I always felt kinda yucky - since back then everyone went to church. I guess I wanted that holiday unity, you have with other believers - like a family thing. My mom always told me, we were Christians. Mom had a nativity, that she loved and I would help her set it up. (On top of the TV set) I kid you not!
My Christian education consisted of movies; King of Kings, the Ten Commandments, Greatest Story Ever Told, Ben Hur and The Robe. Later I added Jesus of Nazareth to conclude my version of a proper Christian education.
When I was 30, the light came on for me. So I found a church that suited me and made me feel welcome, even though I was such a rookie. (That first year, I gained 10 lbs due to all the pot-lucks I went to)
During that first Christmas season - after I started to believe - I was now part of that "family" celebration, that deep down, I had longed for.
Okay so don't laugh at me - but no one ever told me, that Jesus was not really born on December 25. I don't think my mom and dad even knew that. Yeah, some religious Christian, who felt she was more spiritual, than me, just had to tell me. It crushed me. I liken it to, a child when told, there is no such thing as Santa. So you mean that on midnight on December 25, when I would stand outside - look up at the stars - and meditate - and I felt that divine presence - that it was all my imagination?
It's probably been about 15 years now - I not only see the world, coming against the "Christ" in Christmas but to my dismay, Christians who are coming out against Christmas, because of it's pagan roots. I understand, why Constantine tried to substitute the popular pagan festival and started observing the miracle of Jesus - Was that so bad? His intentions are subject to debate. He became a Christian and he wanted to celebrate the birth - but not during the time, most believe the birth took place, which would be in and around Sukkot or Rosh Hashanah- lets face it, the Jews were hated and anything that remotely reeked kosher was ruled out. “Toi, toi, toi!"
Every December, for the past 15 years, I start hearing all the arguments about why we should not observe Christmas.
"It's a man-made holiday!"
"It's not even commanded in the bible"
"He wasn't even born on Dec. 25"
"It's a pagan holiday, with pagan roots and rituals".
Now this is my problem. I don't want to give up Christmas and all the traditions I hold so dear, yet I don't like the fact that most of those beloved traditions are pagan in orgin. Even though these "bitter-brethren" had to pop-my-christmas-bubble - God can use anything for His glory. Why can't we just make the best out of a unfortunate time in our past. Accept what we are left with. What about "traditions?" Okay, so He wasn't born on Dec. 25. Why do some feel they need to rain on my Jesus parade?
I have scaled down Christmas in the last 20 years - I used to decorate my house - it looked like Mrs Claus lived there. My excuse: I had a daycare in my home and I like to be festive. Years ago, I would of had my tree up by now. I have nothing. I am in my own little quandary. My husband loves Christmas - and wants to continue to "keep it." I do believe ignorance is bliss. It was much more meaningful to me, when I truly "BELIEVED".