We celebrate again and again, year after year, because each year of remembering offers something new to our faith. Waiting for the coming, Jesus’ coming. In my church we wait—wait until Christmas Eve to sing ‘Silent Night,” and read Luke 2.
And then, Jesus comes, of humble birth. Nothing we would ever celebrate, much less tolerate in our current lives; such a contrast to the secular celebration that has already begun. For sure, I must strive toward humility. But how, with all the holiday festivities? I am not about to walk away from them, nor am I judging those who create a gorgeous Christmas table. That’s the culture.
How do I accept that it isn’t important to me in the same way it used to be, and yet participate? I’m working on a way that my faith can support outward holiday joy.