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 The Spirit of Christmas

I've posted this before around this time of year but this article about Christmas really hits home for me. The thoughts and feelings are very much like my own though I could never express them as well as the writer has. Just thought I would share this here...

The Spirit of Christmas by Gregory Koukl

I have a confession to make.

In the past few years I've had some difficulty getting into the spirit of Christmas. Now that I think about it, when I say the past few years I guess I mean the past 20 years or so. I guess my whole adult life I've struggled with this and I've wondered why. Maybe you have the same difficulty. Even mentioning the phrase "the spirit of Christmas" raises a few issues for me. It's usually uttered in the context of criticizing the excesses of the holiday season. Christmas season used to start just after Thanksgiving in the good old days. Now it seems like Thanksgiving itself has been lost all together, swallowed up by an ever expanding Christmas commercial season that devours now almost a quarter of our calendar year. That's pretty pathetic, in a way. People observe that and say, gee whatever happened to the true spirit of Christmas. Or they mourn the loss of the true meaning of Christmas.

What's kind of ironic is that what's offered as the true meaning or the spirit of Christmas is almost as pathetic as what it replaces. People say, What happened to the true meaning of Christmas? It's not commercialism. Okay. What is it? They say the true meaning of Christmas is giving. That's what it's all about. It's love, it's joy, it's peace, it's goodwill to men--that kind of thing. In fact, if you look at virtually every single Christmas card, that's what you are going to find. Love and giving and gifts and peace. Ones that are a little more profound or deeper will talk about good will to mankind, and that kind of thing. And you know what? I actually think that is a little pathetic. Not that those things are pathetic in themselves, but when you think of what it actually replaces it is.

On this view of the season one could almost imagine God saying, "Well, it's that time of year again. Christmas, the season of giving, the season of joy and peace and good will towards men. Okay, let's see how am I going to celebrate this year. I've got it. I think I'll become a man. I'll sacrifice myself as a gift. There we go. It's a time for giving. That will be my gift during this time of good will on earth and peace towards men. That would be a fitting statement for the season." So He gave His gift, which incidentally happened to be Himself in the form of a man.

None of these things that I mentioned--peace, good will towards men, giving--are pathetic in themselves. But it seems to me that they pale in significance to the advent which authored Christmas 2,000 years ago. The point is that it's God's miraculous incarnation that is the very foundation of those particular things that you read on Christmas cards as characteristic of Christmas. God's act authored it. It gave it substance. It gave it meaning. It gave it context.

To talk about the true meaning of Christmas and not focus on Jesus, to talk about giving without talking about Jesus, to talk about loving without talking about Jesus, to talk about good will towards men and not talk about Jesus is to admire the aroma and ignore the meal. If I can turn a literary reference on it's side a bit, it's the clothes without the Emperor. In many ways even the more exalted ways of understanding Christmas as peace and goodwill and kindness and charity and love and giving and all of that are merely the clothes without the Emperor. What that does is reduce Christmas to packages. Beautifully wrapped packages, beautifully ribboned, but with nothing inside them. And that is pathetic because of what is lost. It's a pathetic trade-off.

I want to turn this around and look from just a little different angle for just a moment. I want to return to my earlier comment about the difficulty in getting into the spirit of Christmas lately, even though now I have a deeper understanding of it's true substance. You see, prior to my twenty-third birthday I didn't really understand Christmas. Yes, I was raised in a quasi-religious environment, and we went to church on Christmas morning and the like, but I didn't think of Christmas principally as the advent of the Messiah. And when I became a Christian even Christmas carols took on a new significance and meaning to me. But even though I had this deeper understanding of the true meaning of Christmas there was still something missing for me. And as it turns out, to be quite honest with you, when I think about Christmas--especially about the emotional significance it has for me--even now 20 years a Christian, I still think very little about Jesus. I think there is a reason for that. I think at least in my parlance it's the difference between the true meaning of Christmas and the spirit of Christmas, in other words, the emotional impact of Christmas. And I'd like to tell you about that distinction.

When I think of Christmas, what I think of is nearly 20 Christmases that I spent--basically the first 20 years of my life--with a dozen or so people that deeply defined what the Christmas spirit is for me, and in this sense I am not speaking of Christmas in a theological way but in an emotional way. This is what made Christmas feel a certain way. It's a way it doesn't feel anymore. I had a feeling for 20 years about Christmas. It's what Christmas was for me and it doesn't feel that way anymore, and that's been the source of some consternation for me.

I suspect there are quite a number of you out there that feel the same thing. As a matter of fact, my sister up in Washington read my reflections that I mailed to her recently on this very issue and I got a message from her the other day, it was really sweet. She was a little bit broken up. I could tell she had been crying and she said, "You know, I am putting this reflection in my scrapbook partly because it reflected things about our family," but partly because her own feelings are much like mine. Why don't I feel the same way about Christmas as I used to, especially now when I have a deeper sense of the significance of it. And if I don't feel that way, then maybe something is wrong with me. Maybe I'm missing it. Maybe I'm unspiritual. Maybe I'm un-Christian. Maybe I'm just not being the kind of parent or adult Christian that I ought to be at this time of year because, now knowing the true theological significance, I ought to be having a more profound emotional experience with Christmas and I'm not.

I am convinced that the thing that makes Christmas an emotional experience for us is what Christmas was for each of us for the first 15 or so years. That's what gave it it's emotional content and, by the way, for everyone that emotional content has not been good. Christmas is hard for a lot of people because their sense of the spirit of Christmas, in other words the emotional feeling of Christmas, is not pleasure, it's pain. When they get in the spirit of Christmas it's painful because they associate their Christmases with fights and unpleasantness.

It wasn't like that for me, frankly. My Christmases were wonderful. The beautiful thing about Christmas for me was that it was always the same. It was kind of a still point in a changing world. With Christmas I always knew what to expect, and the sameness and consistency of that holiday created a deep sense of safety and a delicious sense of anticipation for me. In fact, as the years passed, the sequence became almost magical. Do you know what I am talking about? Papa--we called my grandfather Papa--and my grandmother would always arrive early Christmas Eve, and with mom and dad and the five kids and the rag tag assembly of visitors and relatives and friends, and as we all grew older our sweethearts, the house was chaos. But it was kind of a warm pleasant kind of chaos--the kind of chaos the Koukl's are used to, frankly. Mom was very clever with decorations. She is still doing it. There was a homespun warmth about the house mixed with the scent of candle and pine cones. Presents were strewn in a happy disarray on the floor beneath the tree. There were festive drinks, hot cocoa, egg nog, lots of tasty things to nibble. I remember my dad used to always put together these hors d'oeuvres trays by using a grapefruit as a holder stuck with a bunch of toothpicks and pieces of cheese and sausage on the ends of them--kind of like an edible porcupine. There were always a few Christmas carols, dad's baritone on course, mom singing harmony and the kids off key. And though I know better now, nothing seemed really planned. It just kind of all magically happened.

Christmas morning dawned early, well, the kids were up early. Sometimes my folks had to wire us into our rooms until they were ready to get up. But dawn initiated a ritual that we repeated every year until all the kids left the house. All nine of us would station ourselves in a kind of semi-circle around the mountain of gifts that had apparently erupted during the enchanted twilight between barely falling asleep and waking up. My grandfather, Papa, played Santa. He'd creak around the tree like an old squirrel looking for nuts and picked up each little parcel, examined it closely, did his ho ho ho's and then extended his arms squinting through his glasses, announced the fortunate recipient and then deposited the bundle in our arms.

We were poor. I know that now, but somehow as the dawn gave way to morning the pile of goodies at our feet grew. Now there was a very particular way that we opened our presents. Once Papa had whittled the mountain down box by box we would open one present a piece in turn, sharing each other's discovery, going around and around the circle until the last gift was gone. I'll tell you it seemed to take all day. Sometimes it did and it was wonderful.

That's what the spirit of Christmas is, frankly, or was for me. And it won't quite be the same, I suspect, until I take my place at the other end of the stage making memories for my own children when that time comes. And you know what? Even then it will be different. Then I was a child, now I am a man. Remember, Paul said that in 1 Corinthians 15. It's a different application but it fits here because the world looks very different from this end of life. I don't think we could ever capture again what it was--that magic, that mystery, that sense of safety, that sense of excitement that many of us associate with Christmas. In the meantime, I can only catch snatches of the Christmas feeling.

Becoming a Christian has changed my life deeply and my friends, but it really hasn't changed Christmas for me. For me becoming a Christian didn't add as much of a new dimension to Christmas as it did a new dimension to life, which included every day on the calendar. I comprehend the substance of Christmas as I never have before, as I mentioned. It's tragic when that substance is lost, but Jesus has never been the spirit of Christmas for me, that is the emotional pleasure of the season. He is the meaning of the season, but He is not the feeling of the season for me. I suspect that for many of us the feeling of the season has to do with the traditions we were raised with, and if you take the traditions away--those warm and meaningful events, songs, smells, sounds, movies, people, decorations--for many of us you would essentially be taking Christmas away, too. It just wouldn't be the same. There is sweetness to the holiday that just can't be captured in religious terms. Ultimately though, with every good and perfect thing that sweetness comes down from above from the Father of lights during this season of lights. And like Scrooge's second ghost, he merely dispenses a special grace on us unsuspecting recipients, good and evil alike, during this time of year.

I guess I'm saying Christmas can be experienced on a couple of different levels, and each has a distinct value in it's own right. It has a substance, a meaning, and that substance is God's gift in Christ. But it also has a feeling, a spirit, an emotional sweetness that even those who know nothing of Christ can enjoy. And that universal sweetness, that holiday joy turned out to be God's gift, as well.


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Ron Halverson

 2010/12/23 19:49Profile
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 Re: The Spirit of Christmas

There are some interesting thoughts in this article. It seems as if most of my adulthood so far has been learning how to not live according to my emotions, so on the one hand I completely relate, yet it seems that those emotions are attached to a non-believing sentimentality for me that I no longer experience. Since I have taken my walk seriously I no longer have an emotional capacity to value one day above another.

I have never thought much about this though. I wonder what place emotions are going to have in eternity...


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Areadymind,

You have clearly expressed what I have been trying to put into words. Very well put.

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I wonder what place emotions are going to have in eternity...



How about these emotions : Joy, righteous anger, love, compassion. . .

Sentimentality, I believe to be worldly and a trap.

When I see the expression, "The Spirit of Christmas" I am reminded of 'The Picture of Dorian Gray.' What may possibly have begun as a beautiful thing has grown into a monstrosity. And when I say, what may have begun as a beautiful thing, therein hangs the telling point - The Birth of Jesus Christ is recorded in the Bible, I see no yearly celebration or even mention of the 'Spirit' of it, especially the ChristMass name.

To see it this way requires eyes to see and a will to exchange sentimentality for the truth. It is hard to face revaluation of all you have come to believe. Lord willing there will be time allowed to do so.


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I have never thought much about this though. I wonder what place emotions are going to have in eternity...



Good question. There certainly is a danger of letting emotions cause us to become sentimentalists (those who just like to swim in emotions) because this makes a person unfit for the facts of life and it can also leave us open to every wind of doctrine.

But this does not mean we throw out emotions altogether. If we rely on intellectual philosophy alone we cut ourselves off from relationship with human stuff as it is and we become statues. It was Oswald Chambers who said, "It takes the whole man—conscience, intellect, will and emotions, to discover God as Reality."

In Christ,

Ron


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The Psalm says that "Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fullness of joy; At thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore." -Psalm 16:11

By no means have I thrown emotions out, it is just as the author had said in this article, that when I was a child, I thought as a child, but now that I am a man, I have to put away all those childish things and be a man. And not a man of this world, but a Christlike man.

Jesus obviously expressed great emotion, probably more emotion than any of us have ever experienced. Has angst ever riddled you so to the core of your being that your forehead expelled its life-blood? Probably not. The issue is that God has designed and granted us emotion for a reason. The issue is never that emotions are bad (per say), its that they probably are not "sanctified." For me this has been the issue. When I was a child anger was default and petulant, now when I walk in the Spirit, there are occasions where anger becomes deliberate and intentioned, but never self-serving, never condescending, seasoned with grace at all times and tempered with mercy.

As I was driving down the road this morning I was thinking about how, when I have a bible (the sword of the spirit) in my hand, everything is high definition. But when I conceal that sword, and endeavor to attain worldliness, everything in life turns black and white, or sepia tone, filled with pointless static and white noise.

When we are walking in the Spirit, I find those emotions are more spiritual. More inclined toward the righteousness of God, no longer are we walking in the darkness of our own minds and hearts, but we have been delivered into the light, which everyone knows that light helps us to see more clearly...

Lord bless you guys!


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Jeremiah Dusenberry

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This is a great sermon that is on the classics podcast I listened to when I first started hearing sermons from this site a couple years ago by Don McClure. In it I think, if I remember right, he is talking about how important it is that we are passionate about what we believe. I remember being really blessed by this message.

http://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=13464&commentView=itemComments


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Jeremiah Dusenberry

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Good analogy with Dorian Grey. Another one is the story of Narcissus. Who became so infatuated with is own image, he was cursed to view it in a pond for eternity or something like that. Now I know these are mythologies, but they do express these kinds of things with a certain irony.

Another way to think of it is how the Bible says, "How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things." If sharing the gospel does not make you "glad," what are you preaching?

There is nothing in life more exhilarating and wonderful that sharing the word, and speaking it with authority into someones life. It is the most exciting thing in the world to me. I never do it for the excitement, yet the excitement almost never fails to follow. We respond out of obedience and Love for God, and somehow it seems as if, everything is just right, it is almost as if the Lord says to my spirit..."Now do you see that I Am good? Is this not what I have made you for?"


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