Sweet baby Jesus

Our government at work.

Martin E. Marty, the very prominent historian of Christianity, pointed out in a speech at Penn State’s Altoona College two years ago that state sponsorship of Christianity may not be such a good idea — unless one’s interest is in seeing Christianity wither and die. That’s what’s happening in all the Western European countries with state-sponsored churches.

Of course, the various Advent traditions haven’t been much affected by this withering of faith, since they long predated the imposition of Christianity. In central Europe, the demon Krampus (pictured above, courtesy of the Wikimedia Commons), who accompanies St. Nicholas, is still widely popular, as is the shaggy horned monster Klaubauf, Knecht Ruprecht, and many others. The American Santa Claus — a conflation of St. Nicholas and Father Christmas — has spread throughout the world, even to non-Christian countries like Japan, where Christmas trees and lights and gift-giving have become commonplace. One could chalk this up to the modern commercialization of Christmas, but in fact the exchanging of presents during the midwinter holiday goes back at least as far as ancient Rome, where it was a central feature of the Saturnalia celebration.

One can point to many signs that might indicate a decline in Christian values in contemporary American culture: the deep ignorance of the Bible among both secular and religious Americans; the decline in support for social welfare programs and the ever more popular equation of greed with moral virtue; the continued popularity of violence and warfare; the widespread lack of awareness of the very basic fact that Easter is the most important Christian holiday and movable feast. (Does anyone even still remember what “moveable feast” means?) But I strongly doubt that wishing folks “Happy Holidays” out of consideration for their possibly non-Christian sensibilites amounts to a war on Christmas, as certain demagogues have claimed in recent years.

As for officially sanctioned displays of nativity scenes, we should be careful what we wish for, as officials in Barcelona discovered a couple of years ago when they tried to ban the popular caganer figure from public displays. Catalonians told them loud and clear: Don’t crap on our holiday traditions!

Merry Christmas.
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11 Responses to Sweet baby Jesus

  1. Brett says:

    Merry Christmas to you, too!

    Lots of Christians want everything: to be counter-cultural and be the masters of culture at the same time.

  2. suzanne says:

    Happy Newton Day, Dave!

    go out there
    and enforce his Laws

  3. pablo says:

    Best wishes and warm regards, Dave!

  4. robin andrea says:

    The only “moveable feast” I know is the one written by Ernest Hemingway. Now I have a new way to spend this Christmas morning, finding the meaning of the other “moveable feast.” I love a good mystery. Thanks for the gift. Merry Christmas, dave.

  5. bill says:

    best wishes. great post.

  6. Dave says:

    Thanks for the good wishes.

    Brett – Good point. Kind of like revolutionary socialists after they’ve come to power, I guess.

    suzanne – My brother was just pointing out yesterday that Newton’s “law” of gravity came straight out the occult.

    robin andrea – As I imagine you’ve discovered by now, it refers simply to a holiday whose date changes from one year to the next.

  7. Peter says:

    To me, the biggest indicator of the decline in Christian values is all the bemoaning among American Christians. What a waste of time. I thought Christians might wish to have the same relationship with their governments as Jesus modeled with his Romans.

    As you suggest, state sponsorship seems to backfire. On the other hand, there are now anywhere from 40 to 130 million Christians in China, I understand, and little of that can be attributed to Christians’ influence on government.

  8. Dave says:

    Yes, exactly.

    I think Christianity started going seriously wrong after Constantine embraced it. Which is not to say that the previous persecution was all that good for the religion, either.

  9. Jennifer says:

    I have said many times, if Jesus came back today and visited the churches erected in his name, he would shake his head and mutter, “You just didn’t get it, did you?” Anyway, I decorated with holly and ivy in honor of the Celts and Saturn. Hee hee.

  10. Jennifer says:

    oops… I meant the Druids, not the Celts.

  11. Dave says:

    I always liked that song too, “The Holly and the Ivy.” There aren’t enough minor-key Christmas dirges, in my opinion.

    Thanks for stopping by.

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