Immanuel

      I see the signs all over the place:  “Keep Christ in Christ­mas”.  I know that it is a noble sentiment—we are cel­e­brat­ing Jesus’s birthday—the rea­son for the season—all that jazz.  It is a tes­ta­ment that His birth is cel­e­brat­ed all over the plan­et.  But some­thing about the sign ran­kles me, and I think I’ve fig­ured out what it is.  It implies that we have to prop Jesus up—that He’s fad­ing and we have to make Him rel­e­vant again.  I wouldn’t be sur­prised to see Trump wear­ing a hat with the slo­gan.  My ques­tion is:  how could we pos­si­bly keep Him out?  The only way is to ignore Him, and that is way more our loss than His.

I’m well aware there’s a dark side to Christ­mas.  Every­body talks about the com­mer­cial­iza­tion.  Black Fri­day and Cyber Mon­day and even poor old Small Busi­ness Sat­ur­day.  I can’t recall meet­ing any­one who actu­al­ly want­ed to go to their office Christ­mas par­ty.  Doesn’t every­one seem to be in a hur­ry at Christ­mas?  Hur­ry is not good for the soul.  The sea­son itself seems to wink at self-indul­gence:  eat more, drink more, spend more, be less active.  Then there’s the stress:  is the plane on time?  Did we buy Aunt Emi­ly enough?  Don’t let Ray and Bob sit near each oth­er.  Won’t the pota­toes get cold?  Damn Cow­boys lost again.  The hurt feel­ings and the hor­ri­ble greed—I didn’t get what I want­ed.  I like hers bet­ter than mine.  They spent more on him than they did on me.  Worst of all, the dis­agree­ments and out­right fights.  My friend who is a cop told me that domes­tic dis­tur­bances go sky high dur­ing the hol­i­day sea­son.  If you are a most­ly sane per­son, you prob­a­bly expe­ri­ence all the above—only to a less­er degree.

You don’t have to be a reli­gious zealot to enjoy the light side of Christ­mas.  First and fore­most, there is the joy of fam­i­ly.  My son, his wife, and our three grand­daugh­ters live in Dal­las.  My oth­er son and his wife live in Port Townsend, Wash­ing­ton.  My daugh­ter, her hus­band, anoth­er grand­daugh­ter (and one on the way!) live in Toron­to.  Any­one who is not dead inside is blown away by the shin­ing light in the eyes of lit­tle chil­dren antic­i­pat­ing Christ­mas.  Right now we are all in Dallas—joy to the world! (And we have four gen­er­a­tions present—how cool is that?)   Even in Texas, where the prospect of snow is dis­mal, you have to enjoy the sea­son (who could imag­ine a swel­ter­ing Christ­mas?)  And this hol­i­day brings its own spe­cial kind of beauty—the tree, the dec­o­ra­tions, the lights, the presents!  The spir­it of giv­ing, though some­times mis­shapen, is omnipresent—ask the bell ringers and Elf Louise work­ers and so on.  One of my favorite parts is the food—Thanksgiving gets the glo­ry but Christ­mas has just as much substance—and I like ham even bet­ter than turkey.  I’ll bet every sin­gle read­er has his/her own favorite Christ­mas song—from Silent Night to Robert Earl Keen’s Mer­ry Christ­mas to the Fam­i­ly (a per­son­al favorite of mine).  And their favorite Christ­mas movie (Still can’t watch It’s a Won­der­ful Life with­out tear­ing up.).  For me, Christ­mas offi­cial­ly begins with the Christ­mas Eve can­dle­light ser­vice, where the pews are packed with peo­ple who haven’t seen the inside of a church in twelve months but still hold up their can­dles reverently.

And this segues into the real side of Christ­mas.  I guess this is what the signs are (or should be) about—Immanuel.  God with us.  Most of us get it that Christ­mas cel­e­brates when the baby Jesus was born.  We have East­er to remind us of the grief and great joy of the cru­ci­fix­a­tion and res­ur­rec­tion.  But we all tend to for­get con­stant­ly, con­sis­tent­ly, care­less­ly Immanuel.  God with us.  Present.  Here.  Now.  And, I am cer­tain, enjoy­ing Him­self immense­ly.  Yet we tend to treat Him like the ele­phant in the room.  So I have a new Christ­mas word:  per­me­ate.  Dictionary.com says:  to pass into or through every part of.  I want His Spir­it to per­me­ate every­thing we do to cel­e­brate Christ­mas.  Or rather, I want to become more aware of what is actu­al­ly happening—“I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be made com­plete.”  (John 15:11)

Have a joy­ous Christmas.

Comments

  • Just read this — yep, 4 months late, but I real­ly, real­ly enjoyed read­ing it. Per­haps I was meant to read it now, while mom is in the hos­pi­tal. God is with us. It brings hope even now.

    Anonymous13 April, 2018
  • Mer­ry Christ­mas to you and your fam­i­ly! I’m glad we con­nect­ed again. You have a spe­cial gift of words.

    Anonymous27 December, 2017
  • Beau­ti­ful, Dallin! Mer­ry Christmas!

    Sharon Carlton25 December, 2017
  • Nice job dad.

    Nate24 December, 2017
  • Oh my gosh Dal­las, Annal­isa sent me this and I am blown away by the beau­ty you put into your words. I com­plete­ly agree with your sen­ti­ments and am with you all in spir­it. I pray these words sink in to those intend­ed to hear them. Bless­ings to you all and let’s all wel­come our Immanuel in! Beth

    Beth Pener24 December, 2017
  • Thank you, Dalin! Beau­ti­ful­ly written.

    Anonymous24 December, 2017
  • Good for you. All the plus­es and minus­es are men­tion. But, for me, every­thing about Christ­mas brings me joy except…thinking of the menus and get­ting all the food ready at the same time. Oth­er­wise all is good! Mer­ry Christmas

    Leigh24 December, 2017
  • Amen! Beau­ti­ful.

    Laura24 December, 2017
  • Good for you. All the plus­es and minus­es are men­tion. But, for me, every­thing about Christ­mas brings me joy except…thinking of the menus and get­ting all the food ready at the same time. Oth­er­wise all is good! Mer­ry Christmas

    Anonymous24 December, 2017
  • Could­n’t have said it bet­ter myself Uncle Dal! Can’t wait to see you!

    Candyce Mathews24 December, 2017

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