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A Christmas musing (so what if it’s only October?)

October 22, 2008

Although I refuse to purchase Christmas items until after Thanksgiving, there is nothing stopping me from TALKING about the glorious holiday.

Sure, it has been commercialized…but it still means something, at least to most people. I find it to be the most enjoyable of holidays, because it doesn’t last just one day. There’s a reason they call it the Christmas “season.” And although I get joy out of trying to find a great gift for each of the people I love…it isn’t only about that. And I really do believe, Christian or not, everyone can enjoy the “season” of Christmas. Jesus did, afterall, come to this earth for ALL of us. Not just the ones who choose to believe in Him, right? I think the message of Christmas can resound with people everywhere…from every background…and from every religion.

The disheartening part is that every year it seems like we drift farther away from what Christmas really is, because it might “offend” someone. Honestly, what is offensive about Christmas? I’m not offended by any other religious holiday…so why this obsession with censoring Christmas?

Well someone sent me this piece written by Ben Stein, which I found to be quite insightful:

Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart:

I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important? I don’t know who Lindsay Lohan is, either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise’s wife.

Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are. Is this what it means to be no longer young. It’s not so bad.

Next confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel discriminated against. That’s what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, “Merry Christmas” to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn’t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it’s just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don’t like getting pushed around for being a Jew and I don’t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can’t find it in the Constitution and I don’t like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren’t allowed to worship God as we understand Him?

I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.

Really…where did the America we knew go to? Do we want to live in a society where God is reduced to the least common denominator? I don’t.

I don’t want to call it anything but Christmas, and I don’t ever want to feel like I have to give up a piece of my beliefs for someone else. But that does seem to be the trend with the secular left…doesn’t it? They want you to give up your beliefs…your money…your freedoms.

America has to change…it’s only natural for progression to occur…but we do have a choice in where we go. I just keep hoping that there are enough people like me to prevent us from going down the wrong path.

~T the D

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