Christmas Warm Fuzzies and Christmas Questions
It's Christmas Night. The presents are opened, the wrapping paper in the trash. We've got about five official minutes left here in Evansville and it'll all be done. By the time I'm done writing this it won't be Christmas anymore.
So what is it? This is the day we celebrate the incarnation of the author of creation into a tiny baby. Then why is it exactly that we expect warm fuzzies? That Christmas-ey feeling? What really is that about, anyway?
All I know is I didn't get it this year. This month flew by not only for me but it seems like for just about everyone else in my life. Everything seemed hurried and rushed. There were some days back in late November, maybe, when we were getting ready for Christmas. But then again I did work up a sweat hanging Christmas lights on my porch in Orlando in 80 degree weather. (That's really more of a plea for pity than to rub it in the noses of my northern friends, you know I'd trade it any day).
I'm not feeling terribly poetic tonight, but indifferent. Indifferent to the holiday. Indifferent to the season. Not terribly experiencing the phenomena of holiness. But is it for me to experience? What part does feeling really play in holidays--Holy days? I have no idea. Just wanted to throw the question out there. "You need questions; forget about the answers," a song says. Maybe the holiness of the Holidays is found just by asking the questions, I don't know. Maybe just asking the question itself is enough to remember that the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.
The clock is ringing midnight. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
posted by amy heck at 11:59 PM
2 Comments:
I think the question determines where you're going to go--it shows what you already know, and points to what you don't yet know. But what you're going to learn is going to collide with what you do, and that will affect how those things take shape. Perhaps this is the first year where the questions weren't so disconnected from reality that you got the warm fuzzeys that the rest of reality doesn't give to you. But that will change. Christmas isn't a one shot chance we get--God gives us this time of reflection, meditation, celebration, and chaos once a year. And it's so heavy I think we can only handle it once a year. We interact with the reality of it all year long--that's why we know him at all. But to focus on it this intently is so glorious and wonderful that we get an entire season for it. Twofold: so much so only once but so grand so very long.
Anyway, you can't have warm fuzzeys every year for every holiday. Here's hoping for Easter for you...
1:27 AM
That does remind me, I need to get moving on Owen when I get back to town. Being all up on the Death of Death might produce some fuzzies around Easter, indeed. I definitely wasn't feeling them last Easter. It was, as previously mentioned, the beginning of the end of the old normal for me.
"It's so heavy we can only handle it once a year." I like that. Let's start getting ready for Easter. I'm slow. It legitimately might take me that long to embrace it.
Whoever you are, you need to obtain some cute identity, fyi.
12:31 AM
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