Friday, November 26, 2010

Season’s Greetings

Recently I received an email, forwarded by a friend to a long mailing list, which challenged me to declare my preference: “Happy Holidays” or “Merry Christmas.”

The gist of this message was that "Happy Holidays" was used only to be politically correct while "Merry Christmas" was the preferred greeting for the vast majority of people, a majority being manipulated and put upon by the PC few.

Each recipient was urged to include his or her name on a list, below the message, and indicate the preferred greeting, then forward the message to their own email address list. The roll of greetings that followed had 148 names entered. Every entry included a “Merry Christmas.”

I didn’t forward the message, but I did write back to my friend:

As it happens, my standard greeting of "Happy Holidays" has been meant to include the season extending from Thanksgiving to the New Year. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day I wish folks a "Merry Christmas." In any case, I don't see any serious religious connotation to merriment.

Nonetheless, when I was the boss at the hospice, I instructed our chaplain to offer a non-denominational prayer at our Tree of Lights ceremony; I knew folks of non-Christian faiths had contributed and would be in attendance. I never pictured this as politically correctit was simply courteous. It was the prayer that was important, not the formula. (Even the Lord's own Prayer is non-denominational.)

It became part of our hospice lore when, that first year, our chaplain, of Baptist persuasion, began to close his meaningful, nearly poetic prayer with what I'm sure was almost hard-wired phrasing: "This we ask You in the name of, uh...," and he paused awkwardly before the assemblage. He realized too late that his beautiful non-sectarian effort was about to crash and burn. He stumbled through some patched together neutral closing words—and we never let him forget it. "Hey, Jim, tell us about that time you couldn't remember Jesus' name."

The tree itself was called "of Lights" because the emphasis was the lights memorializing our former patients. Their families were our most frequent contributors; a book containing those patients' names was part of the memorial. Obviously, it was a "Holiday" season fund-raiser that would have seemed silly if not for the association with the "Christmas" tree—a holiday custom which, by the way, may have its roots in "pagan" ceremonies. Go figure. 

I think the Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas controversy is a manufactured product. The two phrases have different meanings, different uses. From a Christmas-spirit point of view, at best, it can be quibbling. At worst, it can pervert that spirit of love and inclusion for which Jesus was born—and died. It always saddens me when people try to turn Christianity into a weapon of exclusion and division.

I'm sure most folks see this issue as a matter of Christian pride—but those two words really don't go together.

Amen.
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Friday, November 19, 2010

Man oh man!

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty,
in form and moving how express and admirable,
in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god—
the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, act 2, scene 2


I’ve been having some issues with my writing style lately.

I began using the outline layout because I thought my message was being obscured by my prose style. The numbered paragraphs were meant to make each point stand out.

But there’s no flow to it; it’s like climbing stairs when what I’m after is more of a stroll in the park. And it’s pretty impersonal.

I’m up in the air about this because what I’ve been trying to convey are, to me anyway, some very significant ideas, concepts that have shaped my life, especially over the last decade. Exactly how to get these ideas across has had me a bit flummoxed.

So I’m doing a reboot on my approach. I’m going to fall back on the style I used in my emails with my friend the Otter; I'm comfortable with it and he seldom complains.

Let’s get into it.

I want to talk about our vanity. No, not just vanity—arrogance. That’s a subject with which I have some first-hand experience.

Let me tell you what I consider our ultimate arrogance: that many of us believe that we are created in the image of God. 

In the image of God. Just wrap your mind around that for a minute. Go ahead, take a moment….

Feeling god-like? Okay, now let me compound that conceit: the reason we know that we are created in God’s image is because we believe that God told us so.

That's right. We know we are created in God's image because God told us. Who can argue with that?

Well, me, I guess.

For many of us, the source for this message of creation is the book of Genesis.

The book of Genesis, written, we generally agree, by one or more human authors—divinely inspired authors, any true believer will insist.

My problem is this: whether it’s true or not, we would still believe it.

Go ahead, dwell on that notion for a bit: if it wasn't true, we'd still believe it was.

And, even more, it seems a mighty convenient dogma in either case.

Quite the conundrum, I'm thinking.

Well, I reckon that’s enough for now. I’d welcome discussion, if a reader would be so inclined.

That feels better. I think this approach comes much closer to what I’m after. By the way, this whole style business is why I didn’t post last week; I was still rasslin’ with the problem. So, my apology for missing my self-imposed deadline.

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Friday, November 5, 2010

Free will*

*Does not include administrative fees, shipping and handling or dealer prep.

So, where do several weeks of my psycho-socio biobabble leave us?

Perhaps with the notion that our so-called free will is not so free after all.

Think about it. If you can.

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