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Monday, December 27, 2010

Skipping Christmas

This is the third in a series of twelve personal reflections on Christmas to be posted during the 12 Days of Christmas.

Last spring a friend gave me John Grisham's book Skipping Christmas. I started reading it in July but it just didn't feel right so I picked it up again a couple weeks ago.

It is a humorous story about a couple who decide to go on a winter cruise instead of celebrating Christmas when their daughter moves to Peru for a year as a volunteer. Most of the story revolves around the awkward social moments when people find out the couple aren't participating in any of the Christmas traditions. In the end their daughter makes a surprise return and the couple tries to cram in an entire month's worth of preparation in one day and are forced to rely on their friends and neighbors who have been offended at the couple's anti-social behavior to this point.

It is a telling story of what Christmas means in our culture. In this story Christmas is all about the elaborate production (lights, food, parties, decorations etc...) that is undertaken to satisfy some deep seated yearning for tradition.

At first I was upset about this. I don't want Christmas to be about a big production. In fact, I want it to be less of a production. But then I thought about Christmas Eve worship attendance. It is the worship day with the largest attendance of the year. People who don't worship the rest of the year make time to come on Christmas Eve. I know they come for a variety of reasons but doesn't it make sense that many come because it is part of the tradition? Dinner with the family, church and opening presents: It's what we do on Christmas Eve.

I'm not complaining. Maybe that's what people need. There is so much change in our world right now that we need these kinds of traditions. We long for them. We want to know that things are going to be okay and traditions have the power to do that.

Ultimately, isn't that what Christmas is all about? The message that everything is going to be okay? That we are going to be okay because God is okay with us?

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Is the War on Christmas Over Yet?

This is the second in a series of personal reflections on Christmas that I hope to post during the twelve days of Christmas.

Okay. I know that the War and Christmas is pretty much a media hype thing but people are starting to take it way too seriously. A pastor in Texas started a website called GrinchAlert.com which encourages people to list and support stores that say Merry Christmas and boycott stores and businesses that refuse to say "Christmas" but instead use "Happy Holidays."

Parody news sight XIANITY has been highlighting the extremity of this fake war in their tweets:

Make Christmas more Christian, tonight, along with cookies and milk, leave Santa a gospel tract.


Make Christmas more Christian, when someone wishes you "Happy Holidays", condescendingly respond "Merry CHRISTmas"


Make Xmas more Xian, let a homeless family sleep in your life-size nativity, as long as they dress like shepherds.

When did Christians become so self-serving? When did Christians lose sight of the fact that Christianity means being at odds with the dominant culture? Why on earth do Christians believe that the rest of the world is here to serve us and make our life and our faith more readily accessible?

Shouldn't we Christians be going out of our way to share the grace and love that we believe God shared with us in the birth of the Christ child? Shouldn't we be the ones who understand that it is hard to make a living working retail and we understand that not all of your customers are Christian? Shouldn't we be the ones who are forgiving and kind to others?

I think Stephen Colbert nailed it when he spoke recently about the way so many who want to live in a Christian nation have forgotten what Christ is all about.

With a Peace of the Spirit

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Pomp & Circumstance

2010 Papal Christmas Address
This is the first in a series of 12 personal reflections on Christmas that I hope to post during the 12 Days of Christmas. 


On this first day of Christmas, while drinking coffee and waiting for my teenage children to wake up, I came across the following tweet from author Donald MillerWatching the pomp of Christmas around the world. It's like we want to give Christ the entry He deserved but did not orchestrate for Himself.

I didn't watch the pomp of Christmas last night. I took part in it. The church I serve held three Christmas Eve worship services. We hosted over 800 people who came in their Christmas finery, excited to squeeze the service of Lessons & Carols into their traditional family celebrations.As one pastor I know recently said, "Singing Silent Night by candlelight is the highlight of the worship year."

The question I have is this: If Christ did not feel that it was necessary to come into the world amidst all pomp and aplomb, then why do we insist on celebrating his presence among us this way?

It's as if God appeared and said to humanity, "Look over here. Look at the poor family with no place to stay if you want to see me. Look over here at the miraculous ordinariness of a baby's birth if you want to know where I am. Be among the people who are being persecuted if you want to know my glory. Stand with the social outcasts if you want to see angels herald my arrival."

And we respond, "That's pretty cool God. You really are sneaky but we see you now. We prefer to make a big deal out of this because we don't want you sneaking up on us again." We stand in churches around the world and point at the manger as if we had just found Waldo.

But Christ left the manger a long time ago. Christ is spending this Christmas with the homeless. Christ is spending this Christmas with the forgotten veterans who gave their life and are still alive. Christ is having Christmas dinner with families that are so dysfunctional that they can hardly be in each other's presence for the entire evening. Christ is handing out gifts of strength and peace to widows and widowers, orphans and the recently divorced who struggle to make it through the holidays. Christ is spending this day with those who are receiving the news of a suicide or the sudden death of a family member or friend.

If you experience the Peace and wholeness of God in the pomp of Christmas that's great. I don't mean to belittle that experience. But next year instead of giving Christ the entry we think he deserves maybe we should be joining him in the places in this world that he has already quietly entered.

With a Peace of the Spirit
Kevin

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Getting Ready for Christmas Day

I've been singing this song by Paul Simon all day since I downloaded it from iTunes. I heard it performed on the Colbert Report last week. Lyrics are below. I want to sing this next year for Advent in church.

The words in the background are from a recorded sermon preached sometime years ago. I get the feeling that  for the preacher, Christmas Day isn't just about December 25, but about a day when we will stand fully in the presence of God. The song masterfully captures the mix of anxiety and anticipation around Christmas.

From early in November to the last week of December
I got money matters weighing me down
Well the music may be merry but it’s only temporary
I know Santa Claus is coming to town

In the days I work my day job
In the nights I work my night
But it all comes down to working man's pay
Getting ready I’m getting ready ready for Christmas day

I got a nephew in Iraq
It’s his third time back
But it's ending up the way it began
With the luck of a beginner
He’ll be eating turkey dinner
On some mountain top in Pakistan

Getting ready oh we’re getting ready
For the power and the glory and the story
Of Christmas day (repeats)

If I could tell my mom and dad
That the things we never had
Never mattered we were always ok
Getting ready ready ready for Christmas day

Ready getting ready
For the power and the glory and the story
Of Christmas day




Thursday, November 18, 2010

A Tale of Two Days

This is a tale of relearning a lesson that I know to be true and yet seem to forget with regularity.

Monday evening I made the decision to show up at work early Tuesday morning and get at the myriad tasks I was responsible for before spending the afternoon in a more meditative state. I had an appointment with my spiritual director scheduled for early afternoon and thought it would be good to use the whole afternoon to do some writing and reflecting. This was a change from the routine that I was trying to get established; namely that I would spend an hour writing and reflecting in the morning before going to the office. 

So Tuesday morning I was up and out of the house extra early. But on the brief drive to the office I admitted to myself that I was avoiding. I realized that I had come to a place in my writing that I didn't want to face and putting it off until the afternoon was simply a form of procrastination. So I sat down and started to write. At the end of the hour I put my writing away with smug satisfaction that I had tackled a difficult task. Which was exactly the problem. I was in task mode as I wrote, not reflection mode. And when I was done writing I moved right on to the other tasks on my list.

It wasn't long before frustration set in. One after another, little hurdles appeared. Nothing major, just a steady stream of interruptions and annoyances. Tasks that should have taken 20 minutes were now taking 90. I spent 45 minutes chasing down an unannounced change in my internet browser settings (thank you Google) that affected one of the tasks that needed to be completed. I got further behind. I left for lunch 20 minutes late and with several tasks unfinished. That meant that I would be arriving at my spiritual direction appointment with no time to spare in a frazzled state of mind. 

The time with my spiritual director was good. It calmed me down and helped me realize everything that had happened in the morning was simply annoying, nothing else. But as I left that time of reflection, the rest of the day became filled once again with the unfinished tasks of the morning and was topped off by an evening council meeting. I went to bed feeling like I had been tossed around in clothes dryer.

Wednesday was a different story. Wednesday has come to be known in my life as Never Ending Wednesday. It is a day that I often get to the office by 7:30 am. and leave somewhere around 9:30 pm. It is a day that is normally a jumble of tasks, meetings, worship, teaching and preps for all that is going on that day. 

But on this particular Wednesday I didn't go in early. I spent time writing and reflecting first. By the time I looked at the clock I had just enough time to shower and dress and still swing by the coffee shop to pick up some quality brew to carry me through our staff meeting. At the coffee shop I ran into members of the congregation and even though I knew I didn't have time, I decided that I could be late for our staff meeting (something I usually deplore) and visit a few minutes with this couple. Since I was late to the meeting I left my laptop in my bag and went to the meeting with pen and paper which meant that I wouldn't be slyly working on other tasks . When the meeting was done I spent time with individual staff members (in the meeting after the meeting which is where the real work gets done) and then walked out of the office to go take my dog for a walk.

It was a great walk. I found a trail where she could run and I could walk and think and pray. By the time I got back to the office and finally sat down to the tasks on my to-do list, over half of the day had gone by. But with a clear, undistracted mind I began to tick off the tasks one at a time. I didn't procrastinate. My mind didn't wander. I didn't find extra websites to browse. I was focused and was able to deal with distractions. I simply worked around the kinds of things that had annoyed me on Tuesday. I went to bed tired after such a long day but much calmer than the night before.

I sit here today and wonder how many times I am going to have to learn this lesson. When I put tasks and work first those are the only things that ever get done. The idea that I can get my work done and out of the way so that I can have time for other things later is a lie. Work is never done. If I ever get today's tasks done I eagerly start on tomorrow's tasks, telling myself that I will have more free time the day after that. But it doesn't happen that way. The free time doesn't come. There is always another task, and another until we break down and our free time is taken up with getting healthy. 

In some strange way (that probably isn't as strange as it seems) when I make reflection, meditation and prayer first on my priority list all those tasks end up getting completed anyway. Additionally, I end up having reserves of energy and patience for use in personal relationships. I don't know why I keep forgetting this lesson that seems so intuitive every time I relearn it. I hope that some day the lesson sticks.










Sunday, November 7, 2010

When Life isn't about Me It's a Gift

I presided at a funeral on Friday for a woman whose family couldn't stop telling me what a gift her life was. It felt genuine as they shared memories of their time together and they recounted her simple ways sharing the joy of life and making them feel loved.

When I die I want people to be able to have those kinds of memories of my life. To make that happen my life needs to be a gift to them. The things I do need to bless others. The things I say need to be life affirming. The problem, however, is that a lot of what I say and do is not a gift to others. Much of what my life is about is making sure I am taken care of.

I suppose this happens because I think that life is about me. When I live as though life is all about me I take everything personally. I say something that I think is important and people don't respond the way I hope they will and I wonder what I did wrong. Someone is critical of something I say or believe and I write them off as uneducated or unable to see the truth.

I try to strike a balance between the negatives and positives but it just isn't possible.

When I live as though life is not about me, that's when my life becomes a gift to others. When my thoughts and ideas are given as a gift without regard to how they will be accepted it doesn't matter if they are rejected because I chose to give them. When people don't respond to something I did the way I imagined they might I don't have to be offended if I my actions were a gift.

If something is a true gift we give it for the joy of giving. Anything we give expecting a certain response is not a true gift.

Life is a gift. Give it away.

When Life isn't about Me It's a Gift