I had all the plans to end my unintentional sabbatical earlier than the month I decided on-with the exception of that post the other day.
I was gonna write about Passover, Palm Sunday, Good Friday, the crucifixion, the death, the burial, the resurrection. All that good stuff.
But I didn’t. And I won’t. I reflected and am so very grateful. I will post about what, to me, all of that resulted in.
During Passover after Palm Sunday, I was driving and saw a car behind me. I’d post the pic but I shouldn’t have even taken them and they don’t clearly show what I saw.
The hood was jacked up. I think the lights may have been messed up too. The thought I had was how is it even driving.
Then I went down a hole to a degree like I do.
How are some of us even functioning? Now. We may not show outward damage like that car.
But. Life has done a number on so many of us. It is mind blowing how some of us are in our right mind, how we function, how we put one foot in front of the other. How, when giving up and giving in is so much easier and who would blame us?
But the finished work at the cross. The determination Jesus had to do what he came to do despite asking if it was possible for the cup to pass from him (Matthew 26:39).
Jesus was our perfect example to keep going in the face of seemingly insurmountable circumstances. He did it so we could. God promised to be with us in Isaiah 43:2. And sent his son to show us how He is with us. Then sent a comforter to be with us (John 14:16, 14:26, 15:26, and 16:7). So. I guess that’s how.
I’m an odd bird. Check out some of these posts if you haven’t. Facts.
I’ve always been different and fitting in has proven difficult at times.
I have tried to quit Christmas for years. Ending up with a sweet, precious nephew thwarted my plans.
This year I’m sticking to it. Just like I quit Thanksgiving. Or rather, Colonizer’s Day.
It isn’t really surprising to me that this is the conclusion I’ve come to. I have already rejected certain things about the way I was raised in church. This is merely an extension of that.
I sat down and examined some things and came to conclusions that were different than what I was taught. Some critical thinking. Same goes for the history of these holidays.
The colonizers celebrated living due to help from the Native Americans they stole land from and killed. I don’t care that we have tried to rewrite history and co-opt it. You can’t erase it and I won’t celebrate it ever again if I can help it.
Instead, I am going to celebrate passover. I think being grateful that God spared the life of the firstborn of the children of Israel who put blood on their door posts so the death angel would pass over is a great substitute. Because the children if Israel continued to procreate, Jesus was born to die for my sins.
Who gives gifts to others on someone’s birthday? I wish somebody would give my shine to others on my day who were born on another day.
Christmas is a pagan, commercial, money grabbing holiday. We can say Jesus is the reason for the season. We can have lil speeches and plays. But is he really and truly? Or is his shine taken by gifts and food and insanity?
Listen. If people wanna celebrate either, good for them. But I don’t. And again. The history.
Roman emperor Constantine wanted to convert people to Christianity. The people already celebrated the winter solstice. So, Constantine decided they would celebrate the birth of Christ at the same time to support his conversion efforts. Ain’t that about nothing? I kid. Noble idea poor execution.
I did some light research. I came across an article that included the thoughts of others that didn’t necessarily bear the same conclusions. To me, that’s a well written article. https://jewsforjesus.org/publications/issues/issues-v23-n02/when-jesus-was-really-born
The conclusion is that Jesus was born in September or October in the lead up to Rosh Hashanah. So guess what ya girl will be celebrating? Lol.
My thing is, like TD Jakes once preached, make the main thing the main thing. If we are really celebrating and reflecting on Jesus, none of the other stuff should come into play-the tree, the gifts, the capitalism, the frenzy.
Plus. There are TONS of holidays and birthdays all year that provide reasons, or just cuz, to give gifts.
But hey. This is just me. Do you boo. Merry Christmas. Happy Birthday Jesus.