I guess everyone has their own set of beliefs and that's fine. You all know I would never try to force my religion on anyone, or try to take away something that's sacred for you. I thought a lot about this over the last 24 hours. I'm glad people can find joy in giving, family, peace, love and friendship and possibly a bottle of wine and an incredible home-cooked feast. I find joy in that too. I mean, that's really what makes it feel like a holiday.
But there's more to it than that. There's a renissance song called O Magnum Mysterium (Gabrieli), which I will not distribute here but if you have some sort of music downloading tool I'd suggest looking it up. It's sung in latin but the english translation of the text is this:
O great mystery
and wondrous sacrament,
that animals should see the newborn Lord
lying in their manger.
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb was worthy
to bear the Lord Jesus Christ. Alleluia!
I can't be upset that people make Christmas what they want. No one is making it anything bad. But there's more to it, and that's what's tough for me to deal with... the fact that there are people who see the pure family celebration as so sacred when there's a much, much bigger idea present to contemplate. God, deciding not to give up on the sinful people of the world, God who is invisible becoming visible, God who is all-powerful becoming vulnerable, God who is ageless becoming an infant with nothing, just to be closer to us, to know us, for us to know him. The great mystery of why he deemed us worthy of salvation. Even if you don't believe in the event, just contemplating the idea is so much more sacred than any general celebration about our imperfect, human love for one another.