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Date Created:25 Dec 2014
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Christmas has never really been a significant part of my life; and it probably never will. I used to belong to what most people call a cult—a religion which obscures Jesus; and we were taught never to celebrate Christmas because its origins are rooted in paganism.
When I was a kid, I belonged to school that never cared much that some religions prohibited the celebration of Christmas. Every Christmas day we held a special concert, and we acted out plays such as the Pied Piper and sang Christmas carols. Our parents escorted us to the concerts and were made to watch. For what it’s worth, those nights were fun and full of merry! I wouldn’t mind going to a Christmas concert one more time.
In preparation for the Christmas concert, we would decorate our classrooms with all the Christmas paraphernalia. I in particular remember painting the classroom windows with Christmas trees and candles. For what was worth, that was fun. A certain spirit of subtle joy used to posses my soul at this time and I wouldn’t mind painting that window with a Christmas candle just one more time.
Interestingly, the mention of Christ itself in all these celebrations was quite pronounced especially in the Christmas carols and the plays we acted out of Jesus’ remarkable births. It did feel me with a large amount of adoration for our Saviour, Christ Jesus and his birth. If it were not for those Christmas concerts, my appreciation of the birth of Jesus wouldn’t probably have been that great.
As time went on, I began to understand and appreciate my own religion a bit more and began to realize that there was something a little sinister about Christmas. I learnt that it was derived from a pagan celebration; but the greatest demotivation was when I was taught that Santa Claus was another name for the Devil himself. All of a sudden, I began to see evil in the celebration and began to ask searching questions such as:
“What do trees and Candles have to do with Jesus?”
So today, as I recall my childhood Christmas days, I want to
share with you the reasons why some don’t celebrate Christmas, or at least the
reasons they gave and probably still do.
1. Jesus was not born on December 25
This is probably the biggest reason given. According to the Bible, during the birth of Jesus, shepherds where out there in the fields with the sheep. This could not have been possible in December because it is freezing winter and the sheep would be indoors.
Advocates of Christmas actually do admit that yeah, it is true. Jesus was not born in December; but that doesn’t really matter—they can celebrate his birth any time they want, especially on the 25th of December.
2. Jesus did not Command Us to Celebrate Christmas
The anti-christmas folk assert that Jesus did not command us to celebrate his birth; so why should we? They even give an analogy in which they ask you if you would love it if people celebrated your birthday against your wishes on a date other than your birthday and committed all manners of evil sins in the name of celebrating your birthday. I think I enjoyed this reason the most because I would simply ask: “Don’t you think it’s unsafe to do something God did not tell us to do?”
3. Christmas has its roots in paganism
We were taught that around this time, the Romans held their celebrations for their Sun god and their god of sowing, Saturn. Later on, when Christianity came about, it was hard for the people to quit their celebrations, so they conveniently began to celebrate for another reason—the birth of Christ; thus continuing with the celebrations.
This definitely answers the questions of what Christmas trees, candles, Santa and all that other paraphernalia have to do with Christmas.
This is definitely the strongest reason why they would rather not celebrate Christmas and a little digging in history tends to support this.
Despite all this, people still go ahead and get engrossed in the spirit of merry-making and gift-giving that characterizes Christmas.
I personally think people don’t give a damn where Christmas really came from but just want something great to look forward to after a long year of hard work and misery; something to help them forget their struggles and pain; something to make them feel alive.
And when someone shouts at me: “Happy Christmas, Michael!” that spirit of Christmas possesses me a little, and I tell myself, “What the heck, merry Christmas to you too!”
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