Showing posts with label Christmas tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas tree. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Merry Christmas



Call it the miracle on Smith Street. In nearby Providence, Governor Chafee this year caved in and termed the state’s festively decorated spruce a “Christmas Tree.”

The governor noted that his past insistence on calling it a “holiday tree” had been “a focal point of too much anger.” Apparently this anger was the fault of intolerant religious nuts (nearly 50% of Rhode Islanders are Catholic) and had nothing to do with his own intolerance. The governor got in his symbolic licks, though, by absenting himself from the lighting ceremony. A speech to students at Princeton University was deemed a higher calling.

Just as there is room in the public square for Menorahs and synagogues, crescent moons and mosques, Sikhs and their temples, and agnostics and atheists (the last of whom take on faith that God does not exist) there is also room for Christmas trees and churches. We are big hearted and tolerant enough to embrace them all.

Those who battle the Christian religion, such as the Freedom from Religion Foundation, (whose very name gets it wrong) get it wrong. “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…” This powerful clause of our first amendment properly enshrines our right to freedom of religion, not freedom from religion. It fully supports atheistic belief systems as much as any other belief system. All are allowed; none are prohibited nor mandated.

We can sympathize with those who are leery of religion. We wouldn’t want radical Islam forced upon us by government decree. (Not moderate Islam as practiced by millions of peaceful Americans, but the fanatical variety that subjugates women and murders those who don’t share their convictions). Equally, a government mandate imposing the repugnant Westboro Baptist Church on us would be just as horrific. But the same first amendment that protects us from them also requires us to hold our collective noses and recognize their right to their beliefs.

It is odd how secular America so vehemently rejects Christian values. ABC Family, a subsidiary of Disney Corp., sells morning airtime to the Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN). (This is because of the channel’s origin as evangelist Pat Robertson’s TV ministry, which morphed into the Family Channel and then was eventually acquired by ABC/Disney).  Prior to airing this objectionable Christian content, they make it emphatically clear, on screen and with accompanying narration, that “the following program does NOT reflect the views of ABC Family.”

Apparently the risqué “Secret Life of the American Teenager” featuring promiscuity, teen pregnancy, and drug use is more Disney’s idea of admirable family values.

Perhaps old fashioned Christian values such as “thou shalt not kill” and “honor your mother and father” are outdated and out of fashion. They have served this country well since the Pilgrims landed almost 400 years ago, but perchance it’s time to retire them.

Or, on the other hand, we can call our Christmas trees what they are and wish each other peace on earth, goodwill to all of us.

Merry Christmas.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

The Feast of the Seven Fishes


Madonna and Child, Raphael, c. 1503
It is confusing to be a kid today.  What is the holiday season all about?  Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Year all in quick succession.  It involves holiday trees in Rhode Island, the tiny state that also bans the menorah, terming it a holiday candelabra.  (Oh, they don’t?  Well, maybe they should).

The winter solstice is another event of the season.  Many cultures celebrate it as a rebirth – the promise of a new year and a new growing season to come.  It is proof that nature is well, that  another crop is forthcoming, marking the end of the sun’s southward journey and the beginning of its return to the succor of summer.

But there is no confusion in the Italian American community.  The season is all about Christmas (Christ’s Mass), the celebration of the birth of the baby Jesus.  The stories of the three wise men, the guiding star, and Joseph and Mary taking shelter in a manger are not inconsistent with Santa Claus, his reindeer, and their overnight visit to delight us with gifts.

One of the most pleasant (and delicious) traditions is the Feast of the Seven Fishes. Originating in southern Italy and Sicily, this Christmas Eve celebration, also known as La Vigilia (the vigil), marks the wait for the midnight birth of the divine infant.  For whatever reason, this wait is more easily borne by eating a large dinner containing seven different seafood dishes and accompanying coffees, desserts and pastries.  Who knew that a vigil could be so gustatorily agreeable?

But in the grand scheme of things, whether Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or Wiccan, we seem to agree that the season is about giving.  We find it pleasant to drop a buck into the Salvation Army bell-ringer’s bucket.  Some of us, anonymously, pay off strangers’ layaway accounts at K-Mart, and we all enjoy pleasing our loved ones with a thoughtful present.  Of all the season’s traditions, this is by far the best.

On Christmas morning, up early to solitarily contemplate the blessings of Santa’s visit, spend a few moments to remember and thank those who have made a significant difference in your life.  These are the gifts that truly matter. And then consider giving such a gift.  Your mentoring can literally change the life of a bright young mind that needs only some experienced direction and inspiration.