Earlier this week, I pulled up to a stoplight on my way to work and looked in my rearview mirror. Another car pulled up behind me and there, behind the wheel, sat a grown woman all by herself in her car…wearing a Santa hat. Sigh. Really? There were no children to be seen in the car and for all intents and purposes she seemed to be your average mid-to-late 30-something woman. Except for that Santa hat. Why? What purpose could one possibly find in wearing a Santa hat out in public, or anyplace, for that matter? I don't mean to sound like a grouch or a grinch, but I do not understand. Have our brains dwindled so pathetically that we think this is acceptable attire just because the stores are decorated and "Here Comes Santa Claus" is playing on the radio?
And then there are the reindeer costumes. Oh, not costumes for people. No…costumes for your car. What is that about? I also do not understand this phenomenon. Is there some sort of rule that says if you drive a minivan you have to dress it up like Rudolph every November and December? Because if there is, that would be a huge incentive to never buy a van. Ever.
|Nobody likes to wear antlers.|
(No, this isn't my cat.)
These fads make me sad, mostly because it demonstrates that, for all the years that these items have been in existence, mankind still apparently has not figured out how stupid they really are.
They also make me sad because in silliness like Santa hats and Rudolph antlers I see an attempt by adults to cling to a tattered fragment of the so-called "Christmas spirit." Maybe, just maybe, if we engage in foolish, childlike behavior, that "magic" we used to embrace at Christmastime as children will still weave its way into the fabric of our adult lives. These silly practices ultimately demonstrate, in a rather sad and pitiful way, the desperate need of men and women to repent of their sin and turn to Christ for salvation. When God saves us by bringing us to repentance and faith, that worldly, fleeting "magic" of Christmas is replaced by a hope and a joy that transcends all earthly pleasures. Though it sounds cliché, when we have been saved, we finally know the true meaning of Christmas, and we realize that it is something for which we must praise God all the time, not merely once a year. We no longer rely on Christmas carols and blinking lights to make us feel "Christmassy." Rather, we find that we are filled with a joy that goes beyond our circumstances. Whether in trial or in pleasant times, we find that, in Christ, our hope and our joy rests beyond this transient life into the one that is to come—a life that Jesus promises we will spend with Him.
Merry Christmas, dear Christian. May you enjoy the great gift of salvation that was purchased for you by the very blood of your Savior. And may you joyfully serve the One who came to serve, your Master, the Lord Jesus Christ.
With that, I hope you enjoy your week in review (kind of):
- Ah, Wheaton College, thanks for demonstrating that you are absolutely undeserving of being called a Christian university.
- I can't…I don't…forget it, I have no words.
- Hey, good news for all you hipster, not-even-close-to-being-Reformed-even-though-you-like-to-say-you-are-"Christians"! Mark Driscoll is starting a new church! Break out the Mickey Mouse T-shirts!
- A "daily conversation with the Virgin Mary," huh? That sounds…creepy.
- Don't forget to tune into Grace Community Church's Christmas concert this weekend!
- B.B. Warfield on the incarnation.
- At the risk of dating myself, I grew up in the days of the Claymation Christmas special. For the record, claymation creeps me out. A lot. But I do like this clip of the Carol of the Bells.
- Are you following The Truth Pulpit?
- "WWJD?" must still be a thing.
- Aside from making me a bit twitchy with his use of the phrase "you've got," this article written last year by Tim Challies is a good reminder that we must be careful what we share online.
- How Christmas solves the prophetic puzzle: