In
“the Great Divorce” C.S. Lewis tells of the ghost of an artist that has arrived
in the valley of the shadow of life. The
artist’s ghost is struck by the beauty of the scene and has a great desire to
paint what he sees. In the following
conversation the ghost and a person talk about how the artist lost his love for
the ‘light’ and replaced it for the love of painting. The person tells the ghost, “If you are
interested in the country only for the sake of painting it you will never learn
to see the country.” Later the person
tells the ghost that every poet, musician and artist is, “drawn away from the
love of the thing he tells to love of the telling. Till down in deep hell they cannot be
interested in God at all, but in only what they say about Him.”
That
is the danger that we face in the grandeur of Christmas.
Christmas
is the one time of year that a secular society seems most interested in the
telling of the story of Christ. Try as
it might the symbols, stories, traditions, and rituals of Christmas point to
the incarnation. Everything points to
the miracle of God eternal becoming fully human, being wrapped in cloth and
placed in a feeding stall. Efforts to
debunk Christmas as myth always turn back to the fact that something happened
that was beyond the realm of natural. To
attempt to replace Merry Christmas with Happy Holiday begs the question, “What
are these Holy Days for which you wish me happiness? Who and what make them holy? What does it mean that these days are
themselves holy? What does holy mean?”
Everything about Christmas points toward the manger.
As
Christians we have to deal with the danger of loving the opportunity Christmas
represents to the exclusion of the one we celebrate. I consider myself a Christmas purest which
can be a mistake for a Grinch. I dislike
the shallowness, commercialism, market exploitation and secularization of
Christmas. When in local ministry I
worked very hard at leading the church to avail itself of the worship,
evangelistic and discipleship occasion that was Christmas. Beginning in September I began writing
scripts, researching, and planning our Christmas Gala. It became one of the things I loved most
about our church year. In retrospect,
did I love the telling more than the hero of the story? I wonder if creating the perfect event didn’t
take precedent over the focus? I look
back with great fondness to the moments, but are they moments of worship or
sentimental remembrance?
I
hope your anticipation of the Christ and your celebration are wonderful and
grand occasions. But I also hope they
pale in comparison to your encounter with the Christ.
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