I'm trading "Merry CHRISTmas" for "Happy Holidays", and you should too.

So, I was walking around our local Fred Meyers and much to my surprise, found myself in an aisle of twinkly lights, green garlands and fat little snowmen. You would think I would have been instantly filled with the “Christmas Spirit” and gone all buck wild buying every cute fake snow covered decoration in sight. Seeing how I myself was born on Christmas, and I have a genetic disposition to freak out over anything Christmas related. (If you never got the chance to meet my mother, let me help you understand that last sentence. For starters we had a sign above our door all year round that said “Every Day is Christmas Eve”. And every Thanksgiving we decorated more than we cooked. We wrapped every single picture in our house with jolly St. Nick and Christmas planning started around August.) Anyways, so given those statistics you would think I would be prancing around ringing jingle bells and throwing fake snowflakes at you when I saw Christmas in October.

I’ll admit, there was a little bit of jingle belling and fake snow throwing, but mostly I just was filled with dread.

I dread the “Keep Christ in Christmas” posts that are bound to fill my news feed.

I dread the bumper stickers, picket signs, and sweaters telling me that Jesus is the reason for the season.

I dread the war Christians will wage on those they believe are waging a war on Christmas.

I know I probably sound like quite the Scrooge right now but, hear me out.

Friends, let me reassure you that Jesus is not a wimp. He’s not sitting up in heaven with a blankey and a tissue because more people are saying “Happy Holidays” than “Merry Christmas”. He doesn't need to be defended. He needs to be preached. I have a hard time believing that Jesus is at all concerned with which particular phrase we choose to greet others with. I bet he’s a bit more concerned with the way His Name is being tossed around so flippantly, and albeit a tad hatefully.

I totally understand the deep seeded desire to make Jesus known. I’m not knocking your intention, I’m simply knocking your means. See, we can so easily distract ourselves with “Keeping Christ in Christmas” and making sure others know “He’s the reason for the season” and barking a punitive “Merry Christmas” to every “Happy Holiday” say-er that just happens to cross our path,  that we completely miss Jesus.

I think some of you have genuinely forgotten that there is more than one holiday in the month of December. There’s Hanukah, Kwanza, Festivus, Ashura, Yom Kippur and I’m sure a few others that I’m missing. But the point is that December is not solely designated as "Christmas Month", it’s a host to many different holidays, celebrated by many different people, in many different ways.

Also, I think we forget that Jesus wasn’t actually born on December 25th.  And if you go back and look at it our Christmas holiday origin is not a very Christian one. The trees, the lights, the stocking, the whole shebang; all has very pagan beginnings. But somewhere down the road we decided we would take it and make it our own, designating it as the day to celebrate the birth of our Savior. And to do so we would spend a destructive amount of money on superficial things, hang little lights on our roof and devour as many candy canes and cinnamon flavored beverages as possible. Because after all, Jesus is the reason for the season and nothing says Jesus quite like a candy cane.

I guess I can't speak for everyone, but personally I don’t love Jesus anymore this month than I do any other month. I don’t want to share him any more on the 24 days leading up to Christmas than I do the rest of the year. Because, honestly Jesus is the reason for all seasons. Not just the jingle bell and candy cane one.

Let me ask you a question. When the poor girl at Target who rings you up offers you a “Happy Holidays!” because that’s what her boss requires her to say, and you squak a gruff “It’s Merry CHRISTmas”. Are you trying to reach her heart for Jesus or are you trying to make a point? Because seriously? She knows now that you're a Christian, but what kind of Jesus are you really showing her? A loving one? A gentle one? A gracious one? I'm afraid if you didn't answer yes to any of those, then you're unfortunately not showing her the Jesus of the Bible.

So I'm going to say Happy Holidays to those that say it to me. Because I don’t want to make a point. I want to reach people for Jesus. I want to show them His love through patience, gentleness, kindness, forbearance and self control. I don’t want to be a defender of Christmas, I want to be an ambassador for Christ. I don’t want to be Jesus’ body guard, I just want to be his hands and feet.


So with that, Happy (early) Holidays my friends.

Why You Should Be More Like Martha.

Don’t get me wrong I could totally learn how to sit at the feet of Jesus more often. Actually come to think of it, it probably wouldn't hurt if I could learn to sit still more often in general. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a bit fidgety and I kind of have a short attention span. Oh well. Anyways, we all know that Martha has come to negatively represent the busyness and distractions of the world, while Mary is praised over and over for choosing the “better thing.” I don’t need to tell you that we should all be more like Mary and less like Martha in that manner. If you've been a Christian for any significant amount of time you've already heard a hundred sermons telling you the same thing. And while they are not necessarily wrong in their theology, I mean it certainly isn't a bad thing to want to be content and still before God. I still can’t help but feel bad for Martha, she’s kind of gotten a bad rap in it all.

Those sermons come from this popular passage in Luke 10.

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. And she had a sister called Mary who sat at the Lords feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Then tell her to help me” But the Lord answered her “Martha, Martha you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary Mary Has chosen the good portion and it shall not be taken away from her” Luke 10:38-42 [Emphasis added]

Think about it for a minute. Do you really think it was a cultural norm for a woman to take a break from her hostessing duties, and not only directly address the Guest of Honor but also insist that he have a word with one of the households family members about their behavior? (Not to mention the fact that she clearly said loud enough for at least one witness to hear it well enough to write a story about it.) I’m going to say no, it wasn't.

Here’s what tends to get misunderstood about my pal Martha. She’s a strong woman. Not a rebellious one.

She welcomes Jesus into her home, addresses him directly and rather candidly, with out fear of reproach and then get this, He answers her with love, and respect not with rebuke.

Put that in your “women should be silent" pipe and smoke it.

(Relax, it's a joke.)

The story in Luke 10 wasn't even like a one time slip up for Martha. Later on when her brother, Lazarus dies we are told she gets up, leaves her home and all those who came to mourn only to track Jesus down and confront him with these words "Lord, if you would have been here my brother would not have died. Even now I know that whatever you ask from God will be given to you." (John 11:21)

If you ask me, that is one of the most complete statements of faith in all the Gospels. And again, you see Martha stepping out and speaking up and Mary staying back. Yet neither of them are corrected for their response.

I think most people would probably be more like Mary in this situation. Quietly crying on the sidelines, completely undone by grief. I know I used to think that would be my reaction. But after reading this story again with a new found respect for Martha, I can‘t really deny that I see more of myself in the way she responds to tragedy. She was frustrated with Jesus’ delay, while struggling not only with the concept of resurrection but also with who she believed Jesus to be. Then we see her  hesitant to open a tomb because of the smell. Um, that has me written all over it. Doubt, Frustration and a strong disdain to anything smelly.

As much as I’d like to think that in response to hearing that Jesus is coming I would be somewhere patiently awaiting for him to come to me, I have to admit that realistically I’d be the one who marches out to see Him, especially if I had something to say to him.

Yes it’s true Martha is easily distracted with her work, and that’s not a trait any body longs for. However I don’t think she gets enough credit, if any for that matter, for her boldness to ignore the cultural norms and break the mold for gender expectations. So I will try to sit at the feet of Jesus more often, but I won’t totally neglect my inner Martha, because I’m actually quite fond of her.