It's my Christmas, too
Truly He told us to love one anotherWhat kind of pinko hippy crap is that? Peace and love and equality? That's limp-wristed left-wing talk, the kind we ought to suppress if we're ever to defeat the Turrrists.
His law is love
And His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break
For the slave is our brother,
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Hey, wait: it's the second verse of "Oh Holy Night."
Because, y'know, we liberals hate Christmas. It's such an affront to our heathen, God-hating values. When we wish each other "Happy Holidays!" it's not out of respect for other religions, it's because we want to destroy Christmas. At least that's what Bill O'Reilly and other right-wing pundits who have nothing better to talk about would have you believe.
Let me tell you about the best Christmas sermon I ever heard. A few years back I made my husband drive over an hour so we could attend the Christmas Eve midnight service at my old Episcopal parish, the place where we were married and where, as a teenager, I felt connected to something magnificently spiritual for the first time in years.
Anyway, the priest, (whom I didn't know, as my old one had since retired), asked us why Jesus had been born. Answer: "Because God wanted us to fall in love with Him."
I was blown away by the idea of a deity reaching out, not to condemn or to smite, but to woo. That God might want our love as much as we want his, or possibly twenty billion times more than we want his. That to win such love he would become a helpless baby in dangerous times.
Turning Christmas from a day of love and joy into a political wedge issue, as the Rabid Right has done, dishonors everything the holy day stands for and yes, it dishonors the person in whose name we celebrate.
But I won't let them ruin my Christmas. Because if that happens, the Turrrists--I mean, O'Reilly and Limbaugh--will have won.
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