"Bah! Humbug!" These two words are instantly associated with Charles Dickens' immortal fictional anti-hero, Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge was the prototype of the Grinch who stole Christmas, the paradigm of all men cynical.Thus begins a great article (great, of course, meaning one I agree with!) written by R. C. Sproul about Christmas.We all recognize that Ebenezer Scrooge was a mean person - stingy, insensitive, selfish, and unkind. What we often miss in our understanding of his character is that he was preeminently profane. "Bah! Humbug!" was his Victorian use of profanity.
Not that any modern editor would feel the need to delete Scrooge's expletives. His language is not the standard currency of cursing. But it was profane in that Scrooge demeaned what was holy. He trampled on the sanctity of Christmas. He despised the sacred. He was cynical toward the sublime.
Christmas is a holiday, indeed the world's most joyous holiday. It is called a "holiday" because the day is holy. It is a day when businesses close, when families gather, when churches are filled, and when soldiers put down their guns for a 24-hour truce. It is a day that differs from every other day.
Every generation has its abundance of Scrooges. The church is full of them. We hear endless complaints of commercialism. We are constantly told to put Christ back into Christmas. We hear that the tradition of Santa Claus is a sacrilege. We listen to those acquainted with history murmur that Christmas isn't biblical. The Church invented Christmas to compete with the ancient Roman festival honoring the bull-god Mithras, the nay-sayers complain. Christmas? A mere capitulation to paganism.
And so we rain on Jesus' parade and assume an Olympian detachment from the joyous holiday. All this carping is but a modern dose of Scroogeism, our own sanctimonious profanation of the holy.
Sure, Christmas is a time of commerce. The department stores are decorated to the hilt, the ad pages of the newspapers swell in size, and we tick off the number of shopping days left until Christmas. But why all the commerce? The high degree of commerce at Christmas is driven by one thing: the buying of gifts for others. To present our friends and families with gifts is not an ugly, ignoble vice. It incarnates the amorphous "spirit of Christmas." The tradition rests ultimately on the supreme gift God has given the world.
Now, don't get me wrong, I like John Piper, but after reading the Sproul article, I read this by JP. A dead branch, shepherd's pouches filled with tape? Well, I guess if it works for them, it works for me. But, I like the tree, and the ceremonious hanging of the sacred pink ornament, and I still believe in Santa.
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Tell me why the pink ornament is sacred.
Ask Pat if he recognizes it. It is sacred because it is from the Dugan family ornament vault and still has the white flocking sprayed on it from the year that their Dad decided that the needles were falling off too quickly, so took the entire decorated tree outside and flocked it, ornaments and all.
We keep it in a special box, labeled "The Sacred Pink Ornament" and every year, when all the other decorations are on the tree, we have the ceremony.
The ceremony involves Chris playing interesting chords on the little ancient Casio keyboard that we have while we all look on as Terry carefully and ceremoniously gives it it's annual place of honor.
Aren't you glad you asked?!
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