I have never handled Christmas
well. The wife and the rest of the
family would probably say that I am related to the Grinch of Dr. Seuss fame . .
. but, I really don’t have a heart that is three sizes too small . . . I think
that I have a heart that is fairly normal, but overwhelmed . . . so overwhelmed
that it cannot handle the holiday season because it makes my heart ache.
It is probably just the introvert in
me. Christmas is an extroverted sort of
a holiday. It has been the “hot topic”
for more than a month now . . . closer to six to eight weeks depending on
whether or not you go with the retail world’s after Halloween onslaught or the
more tradition creeping into Thanksgiving . . . calling for people to get up
and party hardy . . . to mingle and mosey . . . to gather and celebrate . . .
the more, the merrier. Christmas is
filled with gathering . . . the gathering of families, friends, congregations,
communities, and just about any person that can be pulled off the street. Christmas, as it has come to be, is a “get
in your face” sort of holiday filled with people . . . lots of people. An introvert’s worse nightmare. Christmas seems to scream at you. After a while it kind of overwhelms me.
Christmas is noisy. Between all of the blaring holiday music and
the advertisements screaming at us . . . it gets pretty loud. Christmas is flashy. There are all the light displays decorating
houses and neighborhoods, blaring their music, and flashing colorful displays
of holiday cheer. It almost gets to be
blinding. Christmas is extravagant . . .
almost a competition . . . seeing who can one-up the other. It is almost more than one can handle . . .
overwhelming.
Throw into the mix the whole secular
versus religious battle of Christmas and it just gets more and more
convoluted. The arguments abound between
whether “Jesus is the reason for the season” or if it is just another holiday
with a jolly fat man in a red suit delivering gifts to those who can afford
them. Both sides shout . . . no scream . . . at each other that
their side is the correct way to celebrate the holiday, whether or not it is politically
correct. Neither side listens very well
. . . and, well, it gets to be a little overwhelming having to decide between
the purity of the Virgin Birth and stuffing the stocking full of gifts. Shoot . . . both sides are a little
ridiculous and thin-skinned. Often this
debate does not reflect well on those who call themselves the followers of
Jesus . . . not very loving or understanding . . . especially when Jesus
himself calls us to embrace our neighbors in their diversity and differences. My heart grows weary of the constant arguing.
As a traditionalist, I have always
been amazed at the ferocious embrace Christmas by those who call themselves
Christians. They act as if this is the
defining point of the faith story . . . and, yet, give little credence to the
fact that it is the final transition into the final movement of God’s love that
is culminated in the cross and resurrection of Easter. Easter is the defining moment of the
Christian journey of faith . . . not Christmas.
Yet, the “church” continues to jump on the bandwagon of Christmas as
that defining moment of faith . . . blind to the movement of God in the lives
of humanity. It overwhelms my heart that
we miss the fact that Christmas is the opening of the door of the journey and
story that never ends. Christmas is not
the end in itself . . . it is just the beginning.
Christmas is overwhelming for me . . .
as a pastor and as an individual. My
heart is not three sizes too small. No,
my heart is quite normal. In the movie American Beauty one of the characters is
a young man who is quite unique and different in comparison to the other
characters in the story. One of his
hobbies is filming things in his life using a small video recorder. In one scene he shares a video with his next
door neighbor—his girlfriend. It is a
film of a plastic trash bag being blown around in the wind . . . practically
dancing in the wind’s current.
Ricky describes the scene: “It was
one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this
electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just
dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen
minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind
things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was
no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me
remember... I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the
world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.”
It is overwhelming.
Ricky says it best: “Sometimes there's so much beauty in the
world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.”
I am not the Grinch. My heart is not three sizes too small. I am overwhelmed . . . especially as an
introvert . . . with the immensity of this holiday season we call Christmas. The “gift” of Christmas . . . whether secular
or religious . . . focuses on love . . . focuses on time. Yet, so often, we miss the point of Christmas
. . . we lose it in all of the glittery wrapping, the flashing lights, the
blaring music, and the “ho, ho, ho” of the moment. We are blind to what really matters . . .
that time with those we love . . . the quiet lull when our hearts are filled
beyond words or expression . . . that moment when a tear blinds us to what we
are seeing through the eyes of others that we love. It swells the heart . . . it is overwhelming.
Overwhelmed . . . I retreat. I retreat to that quiet place . . . trying to
handle the tsunami of emotions that flood my heart. I retreat to find solid ground upon which to
find my footing to enable me to stand within the world of the extrovert and be
present with those around me. It is not
always easy . . . sometimes, out of fear, I am defensive . . . I seem cold or
indifferent. But, I am not . . . I am
overwhelmed.
The fact is that I have never handle
Christmas well.
So, I apologize for the fact that I am
not the “ho, ho, ho” sort of person that one expects during the Christmas
season. I apologize because it is
difficult to embrace the extroverted nature of the holiday season that
overwhelms me with it extravagant beauty.
My heart cannot handle such a flood of awesomeness without time to
process and understand it. It is not
that I do not love Christmas in its vast beauty . . . but, it is more than I
can handle in one sitting. Forgive me if
I seem stand-offish or distant . . . forgive me if I seem indifferent, that is
not my intention . . . I am overwhelmed.
I am overwhelmed . . . overwhelmed until I can pause in the quietness of my world to discern that moment when all those cosmic tumblers fall into place and I am in the presence of what Christmas truly means. It happens every year.
Sometimes it is in the quiet singing
of the congregation gathered in candlelight singing Silent Night, Holy Night. Sometimes
it happens while sitting with the family around the kitchen table after the
Christmas Eve service, eating food, laughing, and just basking in the
gentleness of the moment. Sometimes it
happens as I watch my oldest granddaughter opening her presents and yelping
with glee as she receives her umpteenth stuffed toy . . . just seeing the
happiness and joy on her face. Sometimes
it happens well after everyone has gone to bed and I am lying in bed, having
difficulty falling to sleep because I have been overwhelmed with family,
friends, gifts, food, and laughter. Sometimes
it just comes in the quietness of a time when I am by myself.
And, when it happens . . . I cannot
help but to shed a tear or two. My heart
is not too small, it is just not big enough to handle the immensity of the love
I feel. It happens every Christmas. In all honesty, I do not think that it is
just an “introvert” problem . . . in all honesty, if we would be that with
ourselves, I think it is a problem we all have.
Christmas is overwhelming. But,
you know what, even as an introvert it is good to know that I am not
alone.
That is the message of Christmas . . .
we are never alone.
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