By way of contrast
to the priorities of my grandfather, the rise of the toy-and
treat-obsessed society which wants the materialism of Christmas every
day of the year reflect a society where individuals increasingly find
their value and meaning in what they can do - or, more often, buy - for
themselves. This love is directed inwards to the gratification of the self. That is where value and meaning are found. That
is where the restless heart is supposed to find rest, although the
spread of Christmas to the whole of the year would indicate that such
rest has proved elusive. In
fact, the ubiquity of the Christmas spirit arguably witnesses to the
extension of the Augustinian childhood of unrestricted, unapologetic and
frequently unchecked self-love to the whole length of life and the very
fabric of society. To adapt the Roy Wood lyric, we really do wish it could be Christmas everyday.
The irony of the
Christian Christmas is that the Christ child comes not because of any
need of his own or any desire to fulfill a selfish or inwardly directed
want; this child, the child in the manger, considers it not robbery to
be equal with God and yet humbles himself by taking the form of a
servant in order to be obedient even to death on the cross. All of this
is done for those who not only did not deserve it but who despise the
very thought of grace. For the strong and the self-sufficient to be
shown their need and to be delivered therefrom by a nobody who begins
life in a manger and ends it on a cross is a profound insult to
everything we hold dear. The world looks on - now as then - and see this
all as so much childishness; the tragedy, of course, is that it is the
unsuspecting world which is truly childish. Read it all HERE
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