Fundamentalists and traditionalists are always whining about
how Christmas has lost its "true meaning" in our culture. Even more
galling, from their perspective, is the trend of secularization that allows for
public display of colored lights and the general Santa theme, but not nativity
scenes. The popular use of the abbreviation "Xmas", beginning in the
'60s, prompted their cry to "put Christ back in Christmas".
Of course, anyone who has studied the roots of Christmas
tradition realizes that the Christ never had anything to do with it. Decorating
evergreen boughs and burning Yule logs hearken back to ancient traditions that
preceded the purported Advent of Christ. Because the early Catholic church, as
part of their fabrication of the religion known as Christianity, co-opted
certain pagan rituals, it is claimed that this holiday and its trappings is
primarily about the birth of Christ.
So sorry if this offends you, but the charming story about
the baby born in the manger is pure myth. The swaddling clothes, the wise men
bearing gifts, guided by a strange star - sorry, never happened! If your sense
of faith is offended by this revelation, then perhaps you will at least allow
me to explain the concept of "metaphorical liturgy".
An objective overview of the Gospel accounts of Jesus
suggests that they are meant to be read as liturgy, not history. That much is
obvious when one considers the context - authored decades after the purported
events, by those who no longer lived in Palestine or even spoke the common
language of Palestine. Another clue is found in the tendency to mirror Old
Testament prophecy foretelling the coming of a Messiah who was to reclaim the
title of King. The Gospel authors make it clear that the details of their story
are drawn from the Old Testament prophecies, not from historical record - thus
the Christian Advent story is based on romanticized projection rather than
fact.
There is certainly nothing wrong with enjoying liturgy, as
long as we understand it for what it is. Most of us find ourselves resonating
with some aspect of the Holidays. This is probably due to our latent ancestral
memory of the ancient customs that
Christmas draws from. One can even find sacred meaning in these rituals without
believing in the literal advent story.
These customs predated Christianity by centuries or millennia in any
case, so they must celebrate something that transcends Christian dogma. For
those who get a warm feeling to going to
church and lighting candles and watching the nativity scene reenacted, that's ok. Just keep in mind the ancient roots of the celebration, and remember that
religion is purely a human creation.
Much of Christmas tradition is rooted in Sol Invictus and
Saturnalia, with Mithras featured as the God-Man whose birthday was celebrated
on December 25. This coincided with even more ancient celebrations of the
"rebirth" of the sun following the solstice. From the Druids and
Germanic tribes came the tradition of the Yule fire, decorating evergreen
trees, and mistletoe.
The Roman observances of Saturnalia became debauched and
violent during the declining years of the Empire, but the original premise of
celebrating the solstice is rooted in an authentic appreciation of nature.
For me, the authentic aspect of this holiday season is to
observe the solstice as a day when the darkness of winter halts its progression
and begins to recede. The sun begins to climb higher and heralds the promise of
spring eventually returning.
As for the custom of cutting down live trees, so that they
may be dragged into homes, decorated and observed as they die, I have this
story to tell:
While on business in Billings, Montana several years ago, I
read an article in the local newspaper that featured an interview with an
elderly Native American. He recalled life as a young boy, living on the
reservation. Then came the time when his parents sent him and his siblings to
the "white man's" boarding school so they could learn to function in
American society. They had to deal with culture shock on many occasions, but
most memorable was their first exposure to the rituals of Christmas.
An
evergreen tree had been cut down, brought into the school and decorated for the
holidays. He and his siblings were quite mystified as to the purpose of this
ritual. They had been raised to be very sensitive to the nature of all living
things, and could see auras around plants and animals. They could see whether
something was healthy or ailing based on the aura surrounding it. Here they saw
a tree that had been vitally alive, but then cut down and placed in front of
them so they could literally see the life force slipping away from it. This
made them very sad, but they tried to make sense of the beautiful decorations
that had been placed on it. They finally concluded that the decorations were
intended to make the tree feel less sad about dying, so they tried using this
rationalization to join in the festive mood of the white children.
For me, I'd rather enjoy trees in their natural and living
state. I can see no reason to cut them down and watch them die. Like the Native
Americans, this only makes me sad.
Fortunately, we have artificial trees to decorate without
destroying any living thing. And something inside of me resonates with bright
displays of colored lights. It provides an uplifting spark in an otherwise cold
and dreary month.