The true meaning of Christmas specials

 

Perhaps I was like Scrooge seeing Marley’s face on his door knocker, but I’m almost certain that when I watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special I heard Linus stand on stage and say:

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree to render unto Caesar, and that all the world should shop and pay sales tax, and all went to be taxed, everyone into his own mall. And Joseph also went up from Shakopee, into Bloomington, unto the Mall of America, (which is called MOA) because he was an American, to shop with his wife Mary, they being great with debt. And so it was, that, while they were there, the items were purchased that needed to be delivered, and they brought forth their credit card, wrapped in promises to pay and laid it on the counter because there was no money in their checking account.

And there was in the same country stewards, abiding in their homes, keeping watch over their televisions by night. And lo, the commercials from Mammon came upon them and the glory of the goods shown round about them and they were sore afraid they would miss a good deal. And the commercial said unto them, “Fear not, for behold I bring you great tidings of a good economy, which shall be to all who do their part. For unto you is laid out this day, in a store near you, all manner of precious items, and this shall be a sign unto you: 40% off.” And suddenly there was within the commercial a multitude of friends and family praising their gifts and saying “Glory to the Giver with the highest credit card balance, and on earth peace, good will toward all, just $29.95.”

And it came to pass that I kept all these things and pondered them in my heart.

Fear not, for this is not going to be a complaint on how commercial Christmas has become. Frankly, those complaints have become as traditional and meaningless to most people as holly and ivy (if you don’t know what these represent, look it up). Complaining about how the true meaning of Christmas is being ignored, without actually dwelling on this meaning, is merely spiritual lip service; kind of like singing “Gloria In Excelsis Deo,” without knowing what it means. For me the issue is not that commercialism obscures the meaning of Christmas, but the cultural camouflage that diverts attention. As a case in point, let’s look at the Christmas specials we watch with our families.

Despite my parody of the Linus speech earlier, the Charlie Brown Christmas special is a classic and a true Christmas special because it is one of the few that deals specifically with the birth of Christ. “The Little Drummer Boy” is another old one and favorite of mine that also does this, while the Veggie Tales “The Toy That Saved Christmas” is the highlight of the new generation. Many so-called Christmas specials, however, purport to be about finding the true meaning of Christmas, but where is the Christ in “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer,” “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” “It’s a Wonderful Life” or “A Christmas Story”? Watch these and most other shows and you’ll get the message that you can be what you want to be and you should do kind things for others, and that Bumbles bounce. Nice shows and nice sentiments all, but while Jesus would exhort us to be “nice” it isn’t why he came. Don’t forget that “for unto you is born this day in the city of Bethlehem a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”

Enjoy the shows with your family, but look for ways to highlight fundamental Christian concepts within the programs, even if these messages appear unintentional. Since everything will ultimately prove the word of God true, teachable moments are everywhere if we are alert to them. The classic movie “Miracle on 34th Street,” for example, really focuses on the importance of faith, at one point virtually reciting Hebrews 11:1 and 11:5-6. Don’t miss the opportunity to call this to your children’s’ attention. I once sat open-mouthed (but not slack-jawed) watching the SpongeBob Squarepants Christmas program for the first time. The story is that SpongeBob has never heard of Santa Claus until his friend Sandy fills him in. SpongeBob gets so excited that he stands on a street corner proclaiming the good news to everyone (no one else has heard of Santa either) about how kind Santa is and about all the gifts he will bring. Soon, everyone is shouting, “We love Santa!” I turned to my daughter and said, “SpongeBob is an evangelist!”

Of course, SpongeBob is focusing on all the benefits that Santa brings, which is also a failing of modern evangelism. People are exhorted to “try” Jesus for all the blessings that will be added to their lives but if these don’t show up right away (or don’t show up in the way people expect) they get disillusioned, even bitter. This, too, happens in the SpongeBob Christmas show. We lose sight of the fact that the first benefit of the salvation we receive from believing in Christ is not in getting what we deserve, but in avoiding what we deserve.

A good story for illustrating this concept can be Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” You may think you know the story of Ebenezer (there’s a Biblical name) Scrooge, but look at it as a parable. Scrooge is greedy and cruel and oblivious to his iniquity. He doesn’t heed warnings to change, but because of another’s desire for him to avoid his fate, he is visited by spirits that convince and convict him of his sins and show him what is in store for him. In horror he repents and asks for forgiveness, vowing to change. He’s not concerned about the benefits of a new way of life; he just wants to escape the fruit of the old way. Waking the next morning and realizing his opportunity he says “Thank you (Holy Spirit) Spirits!” and is ever after known as “a man who kept Christmas (Jesus) in his heart.” (By the way, I happen to think the George C. Scott “Christmas Carol” is the best, but I’ll always have a soft spot for Mr. Magoo as well).

I’m sure there are many more examples in Christmas programs that I’ve left out but that have occurred to you. I’d love to hear what message or blessing you and your family get out of different Christmas shows, so feel free to leave a comment. Just don’t shoot your eye out!

Merry Christmas, my friends, and to your families!

Update:

Rob’s touching tribute to Linus’s speech about the true meaning of Christmas is posted over on The Llama Butchers (originally posted last Christmas).

Friday Fundamentals in Film: The Tin Star

The Tin Star is another western and my personal favorite from this genre. I selected it for this series because, while it has similar themes of honor and duty as in High Noon, it adds an element of what the world today calls “mentoring” but I call “discipleship”.

The story involves a wizened and jaded bounty hunter, Morgan (Morg) Hickman, played by Henry Fonda, who rides into town with his latest “dead or alive” target, who is distinctly in the former category. While Morg would just as soon get paid and get out of town, he has to wait around a few days while the local bank gets confirmation in order to release the money. Morg’s claim naturally brings him into contact with the town sheriff, Ben Owens (Anthony Perkins), a young and idealistic man filling in as a temporary replacement for his recently murdered predecessor. Ben is eager to be a force for law and order in the town (despite his girlfriend’s objections) and tries to make up for what he lacks in experience with bravado and passion. He finds Morg’s work disgusting and doesn’t approve of killing, even if it’s a bad guy.

Nevertheless, the two hit it off as Morg, a former sheriff, sees something of his less jaded self in Ben, while Ben (after an unexpected demonstration in the streets) admires Morg’s experience and ability to size up a situation and react appropriately. When Ben learns Morg used to be a sheriff he asks him for help in learning how to do the job effectively and stay alive. Morg reluctantly agrees since he has to hang around for a few days anyway and he sees that young Ben has a lot to learn.

Of course, it turns out to be a pretty eventful few days as Ben has to deal both with a rabble-rousing, power-hungry bigot who wants the sheriff’s job for himself, as well as the murder of a much-beloved citizen and a lynch-mob that wants to exact its own justice. Throughout the process Ben learns that a fast brain is more important than a fast gun and Morg learns simply that some things are just more important, period. Along with that you see an interesting illustration of bullies and mob dynamics. There’s also the pusillanimous townspeople with high-minded notions of justice but ultimately wanting peace at any price (which inadvertently became a sub-theme in this series as it appears in this movie, in High Noon and in a later movie we’ll look at as well).

While the action and drama centers around Morg and Ben, the kindly Doc McCord (John McIntyre) also sets an example of service and selflessness that is easily overlooked by the viewer, perhaps because he’s an “old” guy. When I discussed the movie with the class I went around the room and asked each lad who he thought the best man in the movie was. Some said Morg, some said Ben; none said Doc McCord so we had a fruitful discussion about his character traits as well. Here’s the rest of the outline the boys and I went through:

Key Points:
The importance of discipleship: being willing to receive it, and being willing to provide it.

The importance of will in separating a leader from a follower.

The importance of character (and vision/understanding of a cause or ideal beyond yourself) in separating a leader for good from a leader for evil.

The Rule of Law is worth defending, even at great personal cost.

Some Questions to Answer:

  1. Why did Ben want to be Sheriff? Can you come up with four words that describe his character?
  2. Why did Bogardes want to be Sheriff? What words describe his character? (Does he remind you of anybody?)
  3. Why did the crowd want to follow him?
  4. What is the most important “tool” a Sheriff needs to know how to use?
  5. Why was Bogardes almost able to get the drop on Ben the first time?
  6. Why was it important that the McGaffy brothers get a fair trial even though it was obvious they were guilty?
  7. Why wouldn’t Morg accept the badge at first? Why did he put it on later?
  8. Were Morg’s reasons for turning his back on being a sheriff justified?

Points to Ponder:
Compare and contrast Morg and Ben with Will Kane (High Noon).

  1. What role could faith have played in Morg’s life?
  2. Why does a mob behave the way it does?
  3. What would you do?
  4. Who was the best man in the movie?

I am thankful for: what God has shown me

It’s Thanksgiving week and I’m busy finishing up projects at home and work before jumping in the car with the wife and kids and heading for the family gathering a good ten hours away.



As I reflect on the things I’m thankful for, I’ve got something new to add to my list this year: those of you who have made it a point to visit here regularly.



Yes, I write this blog to amuse and test myself, buy I appreciate your interest and try to picture you in my mind on those days when it would be easier not to post. I want to have something (hopefully) interesting here each time you look in. As such, I don’t want to let this blog “go dark” in the coming week while I’m traveling and enjoying my family, so I’ve collected a few past posts that you may or may not have seen that illustrate the things I’m thankful for, and scheduled them to appear over the next few days for any of you who take the time from your own obligations and celebrations to stop by.



Each day will have a different them. Today’s theme: I am thankful for what God has shown me.



Duty is ours. Results are God’s



Love — and the difference between being a friend and being friendly




Oh Theocracy!

I am thankful for: health

It’s Thanksgiving week and I’m busy finishing up projects at home and work before jumping in the car with the wife and kids and heading for the family gathering a good ten hours away.



As I reflect on the things I’m thankful for, I’ve got something new to add to my list this year: those of you who have made it a point to visit here regularly.



Yes, I write this blog to amuse and test myself, buy I appreciate your interest and try to picture you in my mind on those days when it would be easier not to post. I want to have something (hopefully) interesting here each time you look in. As such, I don’t want to let this blog “go dark” in the coming week while I’m traveling and enjoying my family, so I’ve collected a few past posts that you may or may not have seen that illustrate the things I’m thankful for, and scheduled them to appear over the next few days for any of you who take the time from your own obligations and celebrations to stop by.



Each day will have a different them. Today’s theme: I am thankful for health.



Night in the Emergency Room



Of Migraines and the Fear of Man

I’m thankful for: family

It’s Thanksgiving week and I’m busy finishing up projects at home and work before jumping in the car with the wife and kids and heading for the family gathering a good ten hours away.

As I reflect on the things I’m thankful for, I’ve got something new to add to my list this year: those of you who have made it a point to visit here regularly.

Yes, I write this blog to amuse and test myself, buy I appreciate your interest and try to picture you in my mind on those days when it would be easier not to post. I want to have something (hopefully) interesting here each time you look in. As such, I don’t want to let this blog “go dark” in the coming week while I’m traveling and enjoying my family, so I’ve collected a few past posts that you may or may not have seen that illustrate the things I’m thankful for, and scheduled them to appear over the next few days for any of you who take the time from your own obligations and celebrations to stop by.

Each day will have a different them. Today’s theme: I am thankful for family.

Dad to the Bone

My Head in Her Hands, and a Wistful Mr. Henri Looks Back

The Knowing

And lightning flies out of …

Thanks for stopping by. It’s been a crazy day and the night is going to be chock-full too as I try to finish some other projects before making the holiday migration. Here’s a place-holder for now that I picked up over at Bogus Gold and saved for just such a contingency: What Action Hero Would You Be?

No super powers for me or expensive, high-tech gadgets; just steely will, a desire not to be messed with, and the ability to wear a kilt with elan.

You scored as William Wallace. The great Scottish warrior William Wallace led his people against their English oppressors in a campaign that won independence for Scotland and immortalized him in the hearts of his countrymen. With his warrior’s heart, tactician’s mind, and poet’s soul, Wallace was a brilliant leader. He just wanted to live a simple life on his farm, but he gave it up to help his country in its time of need.

What Action Hero Would You Be? v.2.0

Friday Fundamentals in Film: Zulu

The second movie in the series for the boys was the classic “Zulu“, starring a very slender Michael Caine in, I think, his first movie. It’s based on the true story of barely 100 British soldier’s standing alone against some 10,000 Zulu warriors in the battle of Roark’s Drift the day after a much larger British force had been wiped out by the same Zulu army.

I selected this movie for the boys not only because it is an example of courage in the face of great odds, but because it shows the value of discipline as preparation for unseen and unknown challenges in the future.

While there are many real life stories of heroes rising to the occasion on a moment’s notice, many times this is possible because the “hero” has spent considerable time learning to master his/her fear and will. In this movie both sides show a tremendous amount of discipline under great stress and in the face of carnage. Additionally this is an interesting examination of the way prejudice and disrespect is reflected not only between races, but even within the same race and society.

Here are the key points I wanted the young men to get out of this movie and ensuing discussion:
Courage and discipline in the face of extreme odds can carry the day.

The power of words to both encourage and discourage.

The importance of training and discipline, combined with character and courage, in making it possible to rise to an occasion when called upon.

Overcoming differences in order to work together for success.

Courage and tenacity will win the respect of your enemy.

Complaining when you find yourself in a tough situation isn’t going to help you resolve that situation.

The questions:

  1. Was Rev. Witt’s use of scripture appropriate? Why or why not?
  2. How did each army demonstrate discipline?
  3. How many forms of prejudice were demonstrated in the movie?
  4. Why did Lt. Bromhead say at one point that he wished he “were not an officer and a gentleman?”
  5. What was the nature of the relationship between Sgt. Maxfield (the sick man in the infirmary) and Private Hook? Why did each behave as he did?
  6. The way Color Sergeant Bourne conducted himself hardly changed regardless of what was happening around him. Why do you think he was so unflappable?

Great Quotes:
Chard: “Hold our ground? What military genius came up with that? Someone’s son and heir who got his commission before he could shave?”
Bromhead: “I rather expect he’s no one’s son and heir now.”

Bromhead: “When you assume command, Old Boy, you’re on your own.”

Soldier: “Why us?”
Color Sergeant Vaughn: “Because we’re here lad. No one else. Just us.”

Crime in “the city”

Earlier I described the places I’ve lived in my life, including a few years when my family was in St. Paul. It was during the Coleman era, and things were pretty cool. Our neighborhood there was pretty quiet, but we didn’t take things for granted. Allow me to describe a couple of the wild times we experienced in the big city.

A couple of months after we moved in I went down to West St. Paul one for a meeting with some guys I knew. It was a bitterly cold, snowy, slushy February night and my wife, then 8 1/2 months pregnant with our second child, stayed home to read and to put the oldest child to bed. About halfway through my meeting the waitress at the restaurant I was at came and said I had a phone call (we were poor and didn’t have a cell phone then). The guys and I all said, “uh-oh,” thinking that my wife might be in labor.

It was my wife on the phone, all right, but she needed to tell me that she thought she had heard someone kick our back door. Brave soul that she is, she had gone through the house, double-checked the locks and looked out the windows but hadn’t seen any footprints in the fresh now. She had just gotten through telling me that everything was okay but that she’d appreciate it if I didn’t dawdle in coming home, when suddenly there was another loud noise from the back door. “There it is again!” she said. “I’m calling 911!” and she hung up.

I hustled back to the table and gave a quick description of what was going on while I yanked my coat on, and then passed out orders. “Larry, follow me. Bryan, you call 911 just in case my wife’s call didn’t get completed. You other guys pray!”

It was normally a 10-minute drive from where I was to our house, but I made it in 8 despite the nasty weather, hitting my driveway in a power slide Tom Cruise would have been proud of. A police cruiser was already there and every light in and around the house was on, but I couldn’t see an officer. Not knowing if some miscreant might still make a break for it I grabbed the only weapon I had in the car as I approached the house: a long-handled ice scraper (hey, it had some pointy corners on it, and a nasty edge!). Everything was under control, however, and the policeman had already been through the house and around it without finding anything or seeing footprints. He stayed a few minutes more and after he left my wife and I and Larry, who had indeed followed me, sat around the kitchen table while my wife recovered from a delayed case of the shakes.

She’d kept her wits about her so far, even pondering where best to position herself to protect our sleeping daughter and if our cat would be a good weapon if she threw it at an intruder’s face, but now that the adrenaline was seeping away she had to regather herself. The three of us talked about how weird the situation was, but we couldn’t figure out what caused the noises. Finally Larry got up to leave and walked to the back door. He opened the inside door. He reached for the storm door.

“Uh-oh,” he said. “I know what happened.”

We went over to the door and we could see that the hydraulic arm that closed the storm door was hanging loosely from the frame. For some reason, perhaps the intense cold, one of the bolts holding the front portion of the arm to the storm door had given way; that was probably the first noise my wife had heard. Shortly thereafter the second bolt had given way, causing the arm to break free and give the wooden door a good thump. Crisis over, I returned my ice scraper to the car while laughing at the idea of a home-defense cat.

A year or two later on a summer Sunday morning about 4:00 a.m. we were awakened by the alarm from our neighbor’s garage, the sound of feet pounding down his driveway outside our bedroom window and the chirp of tires and a roaring engine in a get-away. Our house had a detached garage and faced so that we couldn’t tell from the house whether or not the overhead garage door was closed. There were a few times when this chore was overlooked.

With crimes afoot in the early morning hours I couldn’t remember if I had checked on the door the night before. Not wanting to wait to find out if anyone had gotten into the garage I got out of bed, pulled on some jeans and grabbed my new home defense system – a bright red, 28-ounce baseball bat with a Dairy Queen logo on it that I’d gotten when working for the Twins. The coast was probably clear, but why take a chance?

I alertly made my way across the backyard to the garage and gently turned the handle on the side door. Carp! It was unlocked! I paused. If someone had gotten into the garage, and if the big door was closed, I might soon be facing a young, hyper interloper. I decided I’d swing the door open with my left hand and in the same motion reach up and push the button to open the overhead if necessary, giving anyone inside a clear path to escape that didn’t necessarily have to run through me. Just in case, the red bat was cocked in my right hand.

There was nobody there.

Later in the morning I encountered my neighbor. “A little excitement this morning, huh?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. “The really weird thing is I looked out my window and I saw someone who was clearly up to no good in your backyard and, I swear, he was holding what looked like a red baseball bat!”

I gave him my best Clint Eastwood squint, and made some comment about him hiding in his bed, adding, “a man’s got to know his limitations.”

Now, I’m not going to say how our home security has evolved in the time since then, but if anyone’s thinking of testing our defenses all I can advise is that you be ready for anything, including being rendered helpless by uncontrollable laughter.

Where I live

Shot in the Dark, Spitbull, the Nihilist in Golf Pants, among others, have been debating the merits of living in the city vs. living in the ‘burbs. As someone who’s lived in the country, lived in the suburbs, lived inside the city limits of both Minneapolis and St. Paul, and who currently lives in an inner-ring suburb, I have to say I like it where I am now.

When I was in high school the small-town life didn’t offer me a lot: there wasn’t much to do, everyone seemed to know your business, and I was related to just about everyone in town in some way (not bad in terms of having a built-in social network; on the other hand, family reunions aren’t a great place for meeting women). I later bounced around in a few rental places in South Minneapolis chosen more for convenience and affordability than anything else. They were close to my job and had other conveniences ideal for a single guy: the last apartment I rented had a White Castle across the street, a drive-through ATM behind it, a grocery store kitty-corner from it and a great little pizza place with live bluegrass music just a few blocks away. The neighborhood definitely lacked cachet, however, and in most of my memories of these days the weather is always gray.

When I bought my first home I had to venture out to where the pavement ended (or so it seemed) to find a place I could afford. Coon Rapids was quiet and nowhere near as built up then as it is now, which made it a lot like living in my old home town except no one had gunracks in their pickup trucks in Coon Rapids. It took awhile to get anywhere from there, and it was always slightly embarrassing to tell people where I lived.

Later I sold that place and my wife and I and our budding family moved into a cozy rambler near Wheelock Parkway in Norm Coleman’s St. Paul. It was a tidy neighborhood of older but well-maintained homes but one thing that tended to drive me crazy was that it seemed as if there was some kind of siren – police, fire, ambulance – every fifteen minutes. City life was interesting (see post above) but we eventually moved to South St. Paul to be closer to church and the private school where we had enrolled the girls.

I like South St. Paul. It’s really a small town right next to a big city. We have our own “downtown”, the only franchise in the vicinity is Dairy Queen, and it takes all of 10 minutes to go from one side of town to the other. Our neighborhood is quiet, the people help each other out and the streets are laid out in a quirky enough way that it pays to be a “local”. Aside from having to maintain constant vigilance lest the school board sneak another levy in during an off-year election the city politics, while DFL-dominated, are mostly harmless. And if you’ve just got to have a Big Mac or other taste of civilization and convenience, Robert Street is just a mile away. Life is good!

Know your MOBsters

Few know the Minnesota Organization of Bloggers as well as Douglas Bass, who has blogged as Belief Seeking Understanding, as Apprehension and currently as Crossword Bebop.



He’s now taken the logical step and created a MOB aggregator the top 25 MOB blogs as measured by TTLB and created an aggregator that shows the three most recent posts of each. It’s a great way to go around the MOB to quickly see what people are writing about. I know it’s really going to help me visit many deserving blogs that I don’t always get to during the normal course of things.



Thanks, Douglas!