THE
ORIGINS OF CHRISTMAS
Rev.
Kit Ketcham, with Siv Serene Barnum
Dec.
10, 2017
This
is the time of year when that tired old War on Christmas rhetoric gets dragged
out of the tattered decorations box and hung on the tree—or the cross, if you
wish. I don’t get into the fray anymore
but I do like to pass on the real story, because it is so deeply embedded into
our culture and yet virtually unexamined by most folks.
You
may already know this, but the Unitarians and the Universalists actually SAVED
Christmas, long ago, building on the foundation set in place by pagan
worshippers over thousands of years of honoring the earth, sun, moon, and stars
as divine.
This
month marks the Winter Solstice, a holy day which has been in existence since
the earth began orbiting around the sun and has been observed for millennia,
ever since the first human realized that, after this solar occasion, the
disappearing light in the sky began to come back.
Many
familiar winter customs and symbols come straight out of earth-based, pagan rituals
and practices. The solstice was a huge
occasion for celebration, as early peoples watched the slow return of longer
days and shorter nights, even as the cold winter winds and snow made life still
uncomfortable and risky.
Monica
will involve us all in some of those customs next Sunday when she and Stacey
bring us our morning service, so I won’t go into much detail. Suffice it to say
that in their jubilation at what they considered the Birthday of the Sun, they
celebrated joyfully in their relief at the sun’s gradual return.
Many
of their festive symbols are important to us too and the change of seasons
during the year were significant as the air warmed and cooled and rain came and
went.
But
other changes were also in the wind, because institutional religion began to
take an interest in solstice festivals, and in about the 4th century
CE, Christian church authorities managed to refashion the ancient pagan revelry
into a Christian celebration of Jesus’ birth.
They had tried in vain to halt these winter festivals because they
honored pagan nature gods.
But
it wasn’t that easy. Thousands of years
of custom do not die gently. So
compromises were made, with nature deities being discreetly transformed into
Christian saints and the whole shebang gradually became part of the Christian
calendar.
Since
nobody really knew when Jesus was born, the day long associated with the
rebirth of the Sun, December 25th, became the date of Jesus’
birthday.
Christmas
became a mélange of world religious practices---with Celtic, Teutonic, Slav,
Asian, Greek, and Roman influences. It
has never been a strictly Christian holiday.
So take THAT, you War on Christmas folks. We know the real story. And in case anyone was wondering about that
worrisome X in Xmas, that X is the Greek letter CHI which has been used since
antiquity to indicate the word Christ.
Let’s
make merry now ourselves, with a hymn that celebrates some of what ancient
peoples celebrated: Deck the Halls,
#235. And don’t worry, you’ll get to
sing it again next week! It’s such a
great song.
PART 2: THE DARK AND THE LIGHT SIDES OF CHRISTMAS
In
Merry Olde England, under Oliver Cromwell in the 17th century, the godly
Puritan Party passed legislation outlawing Christmas. However, people rebelled and Christmas went
underground with its revelry, which included heavy drinking, sexual
misbehavior, and general debauchery. The
outrage at this infringement on popular custom resulted in the ousting of the
ruling Puritan party. So much for
legislating godliness, sobriety, and chastity!
But
the Puritans were also settling in the New World and their disapproval of
Christmas revelry meant that Christmas was banned for many years in early
American communities.
Christmas
in the earliest years of colonial America was forbidden. The Puritans found it offensive to their
pious minds. They had come to the New
World with religious freedom on their agenda, but that freedom didn’t include
the revelry of drunkenness, lasciviousness, and general chaos that erupted
every Christmas season among the so-called “lower classes”.
There
were laws against Christmas celebrations and people could be punished severely
for indulging in them. Talk about a War
on Christmas!
The
Puritans did have a point---Christmas had become a season of lawlessness, in
which bands of hoodlums in masks, bent on forbidden activity, roamed the
streets, and it drove the Puritans crazy!
Records
from 18th century New England indicate a rise in unwed mothers and
in babies born in September and October.
Something had to be done!
So progressive
religious leaders in New England decided that, rather than trying to squash
Christmas, they should instead tame it. Many churches began to schedule worship on
Christmas Day and urged banks, shops, and schools to close so that families
could spend the day together. And our
religious ancestors got into the act.
Well, you ask,
what did the Unitarians and Universalists do?
Well, they literally SAVED Christmas.
I’m not kidding! Many of our
favorite traditions today came straight out of Unitarian and Universalist
creative minds.
Here are a few of
those Christmassy traditions:
In the mid 1800’s,
the Christmas tree with its lights and festive hangings was introduced by
Charles Follen, a Unitarian minister.
“Jingle Bells” was
written by James Pierpont, organist and choir director at the Savannah GA
Unitarian Church.
“It Came Upon a
Midnight Clear” was written by the Rev. Edmund H. Sears, Unitarian minister in
Wayland, MA.
“I Heard the Bells
on Christmas Day” was written by Unitarian Henry Wadsworth Longfellow as a
commentary on the horrors of the Civil War.
Unitarian artist,
Nathaniel Currier, of Currier and Ives fame, painted an array of delicate
Christmas scenes which decorate many a holiday card.
Episcopalian-turned-Unitarian
Clement C. Moore penned the beloved story poem “A Visit From St. Nicholas”,
also known as “The Night Before Christmas”, from whence comes our popular
portrayal of that jolly old elf Santa Claus.
But the Unitarian
author who brought perhaps one of the greatest Christmas stories ever told was
Charles Dickens, who, in his immortal tale “A Christmas Carol” penned a story
of compassion, generosity, and transformation as the miserly Scrooge is brought
to an awareness of the neediness of the poor and the joy of generosity.
It is interesting
and ironic that we Unitarian Universalists, heretics to the core in the eyes of
the orthodox, have long been champions and even generators of the Christmas we
know today.
Let’s join now in
singing #244, “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” in remembrance and celebration of
the gifts our spiritual ancestors have given the world for Christmas.
#244 “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”
PART III: Siv: THE CREATION OF THE HODGEPODGE CHRISTMAS
TRADITION
Insert: Good King Wenceslas
PART IV:
Every
year, it seems, I have to rethink my relationship with Christmas. At one time in my life, when I felt lonely
and bereft from the losses I had accumulated, Christmas was something to be
endured until the new year.
But
every year since that symbolic “hitting bottom”, it has gotten better and, in
my so-called retirement years, I have found a great deal of joy in this season.
It
seems to start when I sit down to write out the small checks I send to the many
grandnieces and grandnephews in my extended family. There’ll be a new baby in the spring, in our
family, and her parents’ joy is infectious.
I can’t help but smile---and also
pray for this little family’s happiness.
Unitarian
Religious educator Sophia Lyon Fahs wrote, about this season:
For so the children come
And so they have been coming.
Always in the same way they come
Born of the seed of man and woman
No angels herald their beginnings,
no prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men see a star to show
where to find the babe
that will save humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night,
Fathers and mothers-
Sitting beside their children’s cribs
Feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.
They ask, “Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?”
Each night a child is born is a holy night-
A time for singing,
A time for wondering,
A time for worshipping.
And so they have been coming.
Always in the same way they come
Born of the seed of man and woman
No angels herald their beginnings,
no prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men see a star to show
where to find the babe
that will save humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night,
Fathers and mothers-
Sitting beside their children’s cribs
Feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.
They ask, “Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?”
Each night a child is born is a holy night-
A time for singing,
A time for wondering,
A time for worshipping.
As
I look at the children I know today, the young ones who come up to hear the
story on Sunday mornings, the littlest ones with their parents chasing after
them, the in-between ones looking up to the bigger kids and watching out for
the little ones, the older ones growing taller and maturing into big kids,
their active minds, their loving hearts—as I look at them and smile, I feel the
holiness of this season, reflected in our children’s eyes.
Sure,
they love the gifts and goodies and songs and the stories. But what I loved most, as a child, and I hope
it is part of every child’s Christmas, was the warmth of my family’s love, the
tender care that I received and that I learned to give to my own child, to his
children, and the love and care that he has learned to give, from me.
It’s
not the gifts we give and receive at this time of year, it’s not the
decorations, it’s not the cards and letters, or even the music, though these
all have their value. It’s really the
miracle of human life, from birth through death, and all the stages in between.
We
are so blessed by Life. Even when it’s
at its toughest, even when we are in pain, even when grief overtakes us, we
have Life and its spirit gives us hope.
As
we look back over the past year, with its joys and concerns, let us be reminded,
in this holy season, that it is truly the rebirth of the sun and in that rebirth
we can find renewal and strength to last us as long as we need.
Let
us act with that strength to bring joy and peace to one another and to all
humankind, starting with our neighbors and reaching out into our communities,
giving tender love and care to all we meet.
Let’s
pause for a time of silent reflection and prayer.
BENEDICTION: (as Siv
extinguishes our chalice)
Our worship
service is ended but our service to the world begins again as we leave this
place. Let us go in peace, remembering
that the season of Solstice, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa is a season of
Light. May we seek to bring the light of
kindness, strength, and peace into the lives of all we meet, for in this way we
will receive the Light ourselves and will be blessed by it. Amen, Shalom, Salaam, and Blessed Be. (closing circle)
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