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Mama Squirrel and I both participated in a discussion about Christmas recently. She blogged about it here. Before that Carmon wrote a post about it that prompted my wheels turning.

Of course, it doesn't take much this time of year to get me working away at refining my thinking on the topic of Christmas. Christmas is my favorite time of year, but it's also one of the more complicated times of year for me. I grew up in an extremely religious home where Christmas was never celebrated as Jesus's birthday- the reason for this is that it simply isn't. You won't find anybody in the Bible celebrating His birthday, either, although you will find examples of Christians celebrating his death, burial and resurrection week after week.

Advent calendars were forbidden in my childhood home because of their religious significance, although we did have two or three little nativities (charming gifts from a relative who had traveled to Europe). Christmas was a family celebration, and for me most of its significance is nostalgia- I love the green and red decorations, the sparkle, the glitter, the pine, the cookies, the music, the garlands and tinsel- all the elements and then some of the Christmases of my childhood.

Then I became an adult. My husband is from the same religious background as I, but his family was not nearly so strict as my own. So we began to work our own family's traditions and practices.

I won't go into all the whys and wherefores and sidesteps we took along the way, but here are some of our conclusions.
We don't teach our children that Santa brings them presents in the middle of the night and flies away by reindeer for several reasons- the most important one is that we want them to trust and believe us (we learned this the hard way, but that's another post). For the same reason we cannot teach them that Jesus is the reason for this season, except in the way that He is the reason for every season of our lives. I cannot mislead my children by telling them Jesus was born in December when the Bible never gives a date, and what information it does give indicates a completely different time. I don't get worked up about what other people do- that's not my responsibility. But I want to tell the truth to my children.

So if I can't celebrate it as a Christian religious holiday, what can I do. Most sources we read will say that many of the traditions I love seem to have stemmed from pagan roots, and this makes many Christians uncomfortable. I wonder though, how many of those 'pagan' practices really had more mundane, practical causes that were later prettied up and made spiritual- much like our reasons for not getting a tree until the middle of the month. Doesn't it seem just as likely to you that some housewife of centuries ago, tired of the winter dark and the stuffy fug of unwashed bodies trapped inside for too many months of cold and dark just got tired of it one day and dragged in some pine branches to freshen the place up? And once they were inside, why not dress them up a bit to look like summer. We have a particular corner of woods near our house where the fireflies swarm in summer, and I tell you, it's like a fairy wood in there. Maybe lights on the tree are really a reminder of the summer months when the fireflies are plentiful (maybe not, but it's really all just speculation). We don't worship those pagan gods, and we dn't put a great deal of stock into the claims of anthropologists about what those ancients really meant by all they did.

So we have a tree with lights and all the trimmings, and we have presents and stockings and we sing carols and put candles in the window for wanderers. We do have an advent calendar (just a way of counting down the days to Christmas); It's a Narnia calendar. WE don't celebrate the sort of Advent that comes with purple candles preparation for the coming of the Christ Child because he already came and grew up two thousand years ago, and this isn't the anniversary of His coming.

Meanwhile, our secular friends are singing songs about Jesus and putting up nativity scenes and talking about peace on earth and goodwill towards men, watching the Charlie Brown Christmas show, and even, in the case of our favorite atheists, reading aloud the birth of Jesus account in Luke.

The story of the nativity is an immensely popular one, even with secularists. There are, I'm sure, several reasons for this. One of them is that it is just a lovely story; young strangers traveling far from home, giving birth to a first child in a stable, laying him in a manger, shepherds, angels, music- what's not to love? It's a beautiful story. Another reason I read recently is that a baby does not demand anything of us. Secularists who love the birth in a stable story and get all teary eyed over the living creche scenes churches host, and speak warmly of goodwill toward men don't get quite the same warm fuzzy feeling from the death on the cross and the subsequent empty tomb. There is a vast difference between the helpless babe and the willingly sacrifical king who dies for us all and only asks that we live for Him. That part of the story isn't very comfortable.

But that's the most important part of the story. In that interesting discussion Mama Squirrel and I were a part of I shared a wish I have had for years, a wish for a particular type of Christmas decoration in my yard or on my roof. I want a large wooden cut out of scenes represetning the whole story- I want the darling baby in the in the manger, and I want the compassionate Messiah breaking the loaves of bread and the little fish to feed the hungry, and I want the King with healing in his hands giving sight to the blind and mobility to the halt- and then I want the heartbreaking scene of the crucifixion and the breath-taking joy of the resurrection- all portrayed in order. There would be a large sign by the crucifixion and resurrection scenes saying "This is the reason that the manger scene matters."

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Because of the conflicts between common practice and what I understand to be true, there are certain carols and traditions that I am not comfortable with. On the other hand, neither do I object to mentioning the birth of Jesus to my children in December through tale and song just because it is December. If I can honestly sing a song or tell a story any other time of year, I am quite comfortable doing the same thing in December.

Which is a very longwinded way of introducing today's Sunday Hymn Post, which does tell the rest of the story:

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When Jesus was born in the manger
The shepherds came thither to see,
For the angels proclaimed that a Savior was born
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
For the angels proclaimed that a Savior was born
To save a poor sinner like me.

He was wounded for my transgressions,
Acquainted with sorrow was He;
In the garden He prayed, and sweat great drops of blood,
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
In the garden He prayed, and sweat great drops of blood,
To save a poor sinner like me.

He was brought to Pilate for judgment,
He was sentenced to hang on a tree.
It is finished! He cried, when He suffered and died
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
“It is finished!” He cried, when He suffered and died
To save a poor sinner like me.

But death and the grave could not hold Him,
He burst them asunder for thee.
On the third day He rose, in spite of His foes,
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
On the third day He rose, in spite of His foes,
To save a poor sinner like me.

I’m fighting my passage to Heaven,
O’er death I shall conqueror be.
Then to glory I’ll fly, and shout through the sky:
He saved a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
Then to glory I’ll fly, and shout through the sky:
He saved a poor sinner like me.