Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Some reasons why I hate this time of year

1) "Secular Religiosity" makes me want to vomit

I'm sure anyone reading this has been wished a "happy holiday" any number of times by now. The transformation of "Christmas" into a secular, feel-good-n-fuzzy winter festival makes me want to blow chunks. Given that nothing "we" (westerners) have concocted in the way of "culture" has had any meaning in the last fifty plus years, this is just more of the same...and a terrible shame too, since the actual holyday of Christmas is chaulked with so much meaning and beauty, even for those who make be uncertain and/or lukewarm about where they stand on matters of faith. It's a sad comment though, that the "Christian majority" so easily allowed themselves to be marketed Satan Claus and the season of greed in the place of the Nativity of Christ.

2) It's a surprisingly Anti-Christ time of year...

While my religious commitments are admittedly tenuous/fluid (at best), I know full well that Christianity in general does not get a fair shake in mainstream western culture. It's amazing how the nominal religion of so many (in this part of the world) can be so maligned and mistreated. A lot of this has to do, I think, with the fact that the nominal Christians do not really care THAT much about God, Christ or any of that business.

I remember this was already on it's way when I was a child. I wondered when I hit third grade or so, why we suddenly could not sing Christmas songs (they even went so far as to take the lyric sheets on the wall, stroke out references to "Jesus" and such, and replace them with other words - how's that for a visual/message?), but yet were being made to sing Hannukah songs (in fact this was my introduction to what Hannukah in fact was)? Or why is it in the centre of town you could not have a Nativity/Creche scene (but only the secular Christmas symbol of the tree, which most people do not have an explicitly religious understanding of), but you could have one of those gigantic Mennorahs?

I won't say anymore, as I'm sure I'm already treading "dangerous" waters according to some.

3) It's not fun being broke

Unfortunately when you have family members who are to some degree seduced by this "holiday" B.S., you're expected (particulary if they're dependent family) to go with it. The result? I'm broke (in debt actually - "broke" would actually be nice), and a bunch of people will soon have crap they not only don't need, but deep down probably don't even want (but would be quite offended if you did not bother.) It's a bitter contrast, when you consider that we spend grotesque amounts of money in celebration of a festival which originated in the acknowledgment of the birth of the God Who was born in poverty. We're an oblivious bunch, I tells ya.


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