An
interesting blog post found its way into my Google Reader this morning.
It appears that yearly there is a debate about whether we should run full force into a cultural holiday with all the trimmings or whether it is better to hold off on any and all Christmas preparation or hinting at celebration until the end of Advent.
Typically, I do not enter into these debates that surface depending on the season. Pants or no pants? Trick-or-treat or no? Christmas tree before Christmas Eve or no?
I have an opinion on all these things of course. But, that's not why I blog. I have quite enough rousing debates and conversations within my own home concerning "controversial" topics such as these. But today, rather than enter into the season with a feeling of either smugness
or inadequacy, I want to remember this precious time of preparation with my family, the memories, the shared faith.
Concerning how to handle two distinct liturgical seasons, on top of a cultural norm for Christmas, I choose both.
Surely I will be judged for this. But, that is ok. This works for us. It lifts our hearts up to Him. It prepares us not only for His birth, but for that blessed day when He comes again.
We put out all the decorations.
My husband was home and I had time. When will that happen again over the next month? As
Red suggests, it makes my Advent and Christmas more prayerful. This is finished. So is the shopping. All of these things I do ahead, to give the family space to reflect rather than rush. (And, can we not offer our preparations, as a prayer?)
I catch my little ones lingering around the tree, the decor, the books. Since Santa doesn't stop at our home, and the tree stays bare underneath until Christmas Eve (which is also a matter of practicality with a toddler around), since they ask me perceptive questions, and I find them in their bedrooms playing "nativity scene," I don't think that all of our non-Advent decor is affecting their understanding of the holiday to come or the season of waiting at hand.
As you can see, our tree doesn't look like Martha came over to decorate. It's a tree we searched for, hiked in the snow to find, and chopped down in the forest (with a permit!). It started as a seedling, grew wild for years in the beautiful Wyoming mountains, and following Thanksgiving, became a focal point for our family as we anticipate the birth of our Savior. Gingerly, it holds in its branches twinkling lights that captivate the beloved daughters of God who live here, it holds ornaments steeped in memories.
It points to something greater.
The feasting has not yet begun. Though the tree is up, or you may hear a tidbit of non-Advent-hymn Christmas music playing in our home, or the gifts have been purchased, we are still waiting. There are platters waiting for nuts and jars waiting for candies.
There are depictions of the first Christmas, but baby Jesus has not shown up just yet.
O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel. We pray.
We quiet ourselves and we pray. We read. We dance when "Jingle Bell Rock" comes on. We spend evenings with a glass of wine and a roll of wrapping paper. We write cards and send pictures to our loved ones. We bake and then freeze, while sneaking an occasional treat. We celebrate the wonderful feast days that fall inside this season of Advent. We take small penances upon ourselves. We watch "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer" on Netflix. We look for ways to serve others. We take part in Advent observances such as the Jesse Tree. We are amazed by His love. We are amazed by the love He has blessed us with in our own family.
Must it be all or nothing? I submit that it does not.
(Thanks to this balance of preparation and celebration, I get to truly enter into these seasons as well, rather than facilitate them for the family. What a blessing!)