I continue to think about that Christmas Glee episode, and the more I do the more disturbed I get. I don’t blame Hollywood. I have no expectations that any writer of any TV show or movie will show my faith properly on screen. That’s not their job. Their job is to tell stories and make money. I get that. So I’m not freaking out about Hollywood. It’s worse than that.
I’m freaking out about me.
Not that I’m really freaking out. But I am anxious over what I, personally, have done to Christmas. Have I truly lived it out in a way that would make Jesus happy? Because I think that’s the point. Not whether my mom likes her present, or whether my kids see the Grinch. It’s not about making other people happy. It’s not their birthday. It’s Jesus birthday. Did I make Jesus happy? Was my celebration of his birth one he would enjoy? Or would it make him throw his mug of eggnog at my head?
As I look at all my traditional Christmas trappings, the things I did this year and the things I do every year, I did more that would give Jesus joy this year than ever before. We read the bible together every night as a family (right before we played “Angry Birds” as our Advent Calendar). We, as a family, gave as much money to providing clean water in the third world as we spent on presents. Both of these are new this year. As I have done for the past several years, I had almost all of my shopping done since the Sunday after Thanksgiving so the season could be more spiritual. All of this made this probably my most spiritual Christmas ever.
I want more.
After this most spiritual Christmas ever, I want more. I’ve had my deepest drink of it yet, and I want more. And I want it bad.
Maybe what we did this year was enough for Jesus. Maybe he’s looking at it all and thinking “Hey, wow, that’s pretty good.” Maybe. If he is, that is a sad commentary on the state of my religion, because I know my Christmas could have been a whole lot more about Christ. My Christmas Wish for next year is that it will be. I’m going to make it be. I don’t know how yet, but I do know that this “same old same old” way of doing Christmas doesn’t even compare to the barest hint of the spiritual Christmas I’ve had this year. Jesus deserves better, and I want more. Somehow, someway, I’m going to figure out how to do that. It’s a really good thing I’ve got 356 shopping days to figure it out, because right now I don’t have a clue what that looks like.
Anybody got any ideas?