I understand that this post is a little late. All is fair in love and war, as they say, and I am getting really tired about hearing about this one war in particular.
Allow me to start by saying, I absolutely believe there is a war on Christmas– but it isn’t the phrase “Happy Holidays”. There is oppression in the U.S. that insults the story of Christmas– and it’s not against Christians.
‘Tis the season for everyone to tell you, “Let’s remember what Christmas is really about,” while later still participating in the same traditions and societal expectations that supposedly distract from the “true meaning of Christmas.” I’ve provided a very abbreviated version of the story below in case you are unfamiliar or want to entertain my annoyed attitude:
A young, betrothed Israelite woman named Mary is visited by a celestial being and told she would carry the Son of God; God in the human flesh. Although she was a virgin, she became pregnant with the son she was told to name “Jesus.” As God humbly came in human form into the world, he was born into a manger, as Mary and Joseph were traveling in Bethlehem. He was to die on a cross for the sins of humanity.
The King of Kings was born in a trough in a barn. The Lord of Lords was born to refugees. The Prince of Peace came humbly into the world and humbly hung from a tree when He left it.
As many of us gather in homes with our families this Christmas, others are still separated from theirs from when they approached our border. While front yard’s display inflatable white nativity scenes, Black mothers face the highest infant mortality rate in the States. While wassail and eggnog are being passed around, Flint still doesn’t have clean water. STILL.
This holiday is meant to remind people of how the Word became flesh and was brutally crucified and betrayed by His creation over 2,000 years ago so that we, the sin-infested, imperfect, selfish creation, could possibly be in a relationship with the Creator.
We are celebrating an anniversary of a birth that led to ultimate sacrifice, for our own sake. A time to remember that we are unworthy, imperfect, and naught but dust. Because God sacrificed His perfect and holy Son, we are able to know God. No. Other. Reason.
The message of Christmas is the message of Christ: God loves us and gave everything for us so we could know Him, and He calls us to share the gift we have received with others.
War is being raged on the Gospel, aka the main point of the story of Christmas. Oppression, racism, sexism, abuse, assault, theft, idolatry… the list can go on for days. Other winter holidays are not a threat to God– the supreme, Almighty, and omnipotent God. Recognition of diversity is not a threat to God. However, God does hate idolatry, so hang on to your Apple Watch, Becky.
You do not need to fight to “protect” Christmas– Your sins killed Christ a long time ago. Take a seat.
We need to fight to protect God’s people. His beloved creation that he made in His image and breathed life into. The people He came and died for. Jesus’ birthday party during His lifetime probably looked a lot like what He did every day. He probably preached the Word, fellowshipped, and ate dinner with sinners.
Saying “Happy Holidays” is not, and has never been, an attack on Christmas. It is a simple way to recognize that not everyone is like you, Karen, so maybe you should be a little more considerate and love those around you. If an acknowledgment of people being different from you makes you feel personally threatened, it’s most likely because you’re suffering from fragility. It might be worth saying that you, Deborah, are the snowflake.
So this Christmas, keep calling your congresspeople because God’s people are on a mission to love others. God doesn’t need our protection. Instead, He needs our humility to abide in Him, pursue Him, and show Him to the world. He loves us endlessly, and all we need to do is admit we need Him.
So Happy Holidays, ya filthy animals.
With humility and mistletoe,