Sunday, December 14, 2008

Christian Cliches - 'Tis the Season

... and in passing, what other time of the year do we say "'tis"? I suppose I am a nasty person. I hate Christian cliches. You know the sort of thing-- little sayings that were innovative and a helpful mnemonic sometime 30-50 years ago ("grace is God's Riches At Christ's Expense", "Jesus is the Reason for the Season"), but now are buttons worn by little old ladies with reindeer earrings. (I got nothing against buttons or reindeer earrings.)

I don't mind the cliches because they're uncool (see reindeer earrings note above), but because the familiarity of them blunts any meaning they might actually have. I have met people for whom the meaning is still fresh, but most of us--and certainly the people we're trying to reach with the cliches--have heard them so many times that they inspire about the same amount of meditation and reflection as "I'll Be Home for Christmas".

For instance, "Keep Christ in Christmas". This is a very well-meaning phrase that sprang up first in reaction to stores writing "Xmas" on their windows, and which has continued as a reaction to the "Happy Holidays" trend of our own time. There is a very nice and elderly sign to this effect in our neighborhood, presumably dating from the Xmas era. The folks who say this wish to counteract the secular holiday and promote the Christian one.

The thing is, pushing that everybody call what they're celebrating "Christmas" might accomplish just the opposite. It's my conviction that you ought to be able to look at a group of people celebrating Christmas and tell whether or not they're Christians. In this way, there might be three versions of "Christmas," two of which should not be called Christmas at all.

The first version is the one that most folks think of when they think of "false" Christmas-- the commercial extravaganza that involves fancy parties, decorating, and many shiny objects you can't afford. (And possibly getting mildly sloshed.) If anything this version is Solstice, but it's not celebrated that way by anyone except Druids and probably it should be called Winter Holiday and should get the same amount of attention from Christians as President's Day. Even secular people, however, understand they are supposed to act as though there is a deeper meaning to all of this, which brings us to the second version.

The second false version is what you might call Modern Pagan Christmas-- exemplified by "A Christmas Carol". Here, as C.S. Lewis pointed out, is a Christmas story that has nothing whatever to do with Christ. This is what most people have in mind when they talk about "the true meaning of Christmas"; a vague idea that you should be nicer to people at this time of year and more generous, that everything this time of year should be designed to provide a sentimental uplift before the grimness of facing the new year of work and worry.

The second false version of Christmas is by far the deadlier, for the simple reason that when secular people hear Christians talking about the meaning of Christmas, they assume that what we say is to be taken the same way as Scrooge buying a turkey for the Cratchits or the sacred duty of everyone to sit through children's singing programs and nibble at indifferent sweets. Very nice, makes one feel good, but does not affect one's life for the rest of the year.

The third version of Christmas is the real one-- the Christian feast that celebrates the invasion of humanity by God, the life-changing idea that being nice is not enough to gain God's approval... the revalation that, in fact, we are not nice, even at Christmas, when we think we are at our nicest. The Christian feast of Christmas is one more time during the year when we are reminded of our sinfulness and God's grace; that our reaction, upon the birth of the Divine Christ, was largely "eh."

In short, Christmas should be a prime opportunity for sharing the gospel, which brings this back to my fuss about Christian cliches. They can become seasonal cliches, and in allowing people to categorize them as recognizable cliches, they can blur the difference between Christian Christmas and Dickensian Christmas.

So I say, down with the buttons and rhyming phrases. Allow store clerks to wish you Happy Holidays-- how do you know which season they're celebrating otherwise? In the same way that only Muslims fast during Ramadan, if it became known that real Christians are the only ones who say "Merry Christmas", people might begin to wonder what it is about the grace of God that makes Christians truly merry. Instead of automatically saying "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" this year, why not try explaining to someone what He's done for you?

To the other versions of Christmas I say, "bah, humbug",

Breanna

Thursday, December 11, 2008

A Conspiracy

Mom, it's not my fault. The baby made me do it.

It's not my fault, Mom, Padraig made me do it.

Psst, Pat, act innocent and she might just take pictures and post them instead of actually coming over here and making me stop sitting on you.


See, Mom, I don't even touch him. Whoosh! I just like to hold my hands like this!



There, I don't think she's looking anymore-- how about that ride we talked about?


On a side note, I found an article today that mostly was a rant about the auto bailout, but that had the gem of referring to President-Elect Barack Obama as PEBO. Whee! I love it and I think I will call him PEBO from now on. Easier to say. :D
Here's to acronyms,
Breanna

Killing Them Softly With Cheerios?

As you can see, we all love our Cheerios. Or the generic equivalent. I mean, hey, I AM still cheap. :)

The title comes from reading I've been doing on other blogs, all of whom seem to be (the Husband would say SEEM to be is the key phrase here) much more diet-conscious than I am. In other words, they think cold cereal is of the devil because of the processing it goes through. I agree that Sugar Sparkles are probably not categorized as health food, but Cheerios? They're just oats that have been made into a slurry and then shaped into happy little O's. Can't be that bad for you.

In case ya'll haven't heard of the Nourishing Traditions trend, Nourishing Traditions is a part cookbook, part diatribe written by a lady named Sally Fallon. She's not a dietitian, just a concerned citizen who can use exclamation points with the best of 'em. I bought the book mainly because I wanted a sauerkraut recipe and also because I wondered why in old books they were forever soaking their oatmeal overnight. (It cooks quicker that way in the morning.) I read it, beyond the recipes, because I felt I should be fair and a lot of very nice bloggers like her work.

I... thought it was a bit thin. I find Dr. Dean Ornish relatively more plausible and I'm not an Ornish fan-- although the Sally Fallon way of eating would be a lot more fun than Ornish, because you get to eat a lot of butter. (They both, however, don't let you eat pork.) Pretty much it boils down to: Fallon thinks saturated fat is the necessity of life, Ornish thinks it will kill you. Take your choice. :D (I will cook more of Fallon's recipes I think, because I like butter. Sue me.) The problem with both styles of eating is that they cut out entire swaths of foods, and think that thereby everyone will be enabled to live to be 100. (Or more. Fallon points out that in Bulgaria or some such place they live to be very, very old, like 120, and they eat tons of saturated fat and have great teeth.)

Ornish thinks saturated fat is poison. Fallon thinks that unfermented (unsoaked) grains are poison. Which begs the question, was God having an off day when He made eggs or grains respectively?

(The answer to that rhetorical question is "clearly no" in case you had your doubts.)

So what's a healthy way of eating? Well, the only time the Lord ever spoke on the issue it also banned pork, shellfish, and several other things so I suppose one could eat (Biblically, not talmudically) kosher and feel good about that. However the Lord also made me a Gentile and put some explicit thoughts about Gentiles keeping kosher in the New Testament, so perhaps we might take His word for it and regard all food (even Cheerios) as clean.

Whew. I feel much better now. :D

I have to go grocery shopping today and get some bananas and other things, so it's good to have that cleared up.

Happy cold snap,

Breanna

(Can you tell it's snapping here?)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

If I Don't Get Anything Done, How Can I Be Busy All Day?

Give me the phone, mom. I know how to use it, you'll just break it.


See, I CAN reach it! What were you thinking, that I couldn't?


Pat makes a nice cosy chair.

All these pictures beg the question; I've been busy all day following her around, so why is it that the dishes still aren't done and I just now made the bed? Hmm? Some women have eighteen children like that woman on the Discovery channel. I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with two. Yikes.

More tomorrow,

Breanna

P.S. Belly pic update: the camera ate the belly pic and I can't find it. The Husband will have to take another one. :)

Monday, December 8, 2008

Cleaning with a Packback

This is horrible. It appears Elmo needs a liver transplant or he may not live through the night.

Wait, am I sure about my sources? I wouldn't want to get burned again, like when I trusted that guy who had worked for the New York Times.

Aaack, paparratzi! Mom, quit taking pictures of me all the time!


No, the pictures had nothing to do with the title of the post, but they were so cute I had to put them first. :) A packback, for those of you who weren't around when we last moved, is a word coined by one of the people from the moving company who packed up all our stuff. They packed and labeled everything and some of the labels were... well, creative. For instance, we have a baby backpack that was in a box with paper and a vase, labeled "packback". So, although Miss Boo wasn't in the Official Baby Backpack today (because I can't get the safety strap around my belly anymore) she was in a thing called a mei-tai (not to be confused with a mai tai) or blanket carrier that I CAN still tie around me. It's like a blanket with straps-- you do a complicated series of twists with the straps, and voila! the baby is tied to your back like a happy possum.

Today the house was at a state where I can't even eat breakfast because everything is screaming "CLEAN ME! PLEAAAASE! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, CLEAN ME!" Also, the diaper pail wouldn't close after Miss Boo's--ahem-- morning constitutional. And it's not easy to wash diapers if you also have to wrangle a Miss Boo who thinks it would be fun to climb the laundry room shelves. So the packback became a necessity this morning, and I am listening to Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas tunes as insipiration, and have got most of the very horrid jobs done. Now I just have to wait until Miss Boo decides to take a nap in order to swish out the bathroom, and we'll be done.

(You think washing diapers with Miss Boo is hard? Try cleaning a bathroom with someone who has no concept of "yucky" and can open a toilet lid. I don't even try it when she's tied to my back, because she has a longer reach than you'd think.)


In an exercise in humility, I had the Husband take some belly pics of me last night but I have to fuss to get them out of the camera, so you can't see them until later. Until then,


Happy Winter Holiday,

Breanna


P.S. You DID hear that all the cool kids are celebrating the bland Winter Holiday instead of Christmas this year, didn't you? :P

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Comments

Ok, since nobody has been able to leave a comment except Steve and once Kenny, I have fixed it (I think) so that comments are friendlier. Comment away!

Breanna

Friday, December 5, 2008

No Friday Post Because...



...nothing happened today except Miss Boo bit me and I made meatballs. What, you want to read about my meatballs? :D


I don't want to turn into one of THOSE blogs.


See you all on the Monday side,


Breanna