Why I Don’t “Do” Christmas

I don’t “do” Christmas any more!

I remember so well when our house was the most decorated on our street…. Maybe 20 years ago. Nobody loved Christmas more than me! Every nook and cranny was filled with angels and nativity scenes and posters of the Christ child, wise men, greenery & glitz. We even had a small manger with one of the girls’ dolls in it – a life size “Baby Jesus” under our tree.

I had been looking into “Messianic things” for a while and was very interested. A Jewish friend, Polly Perkins, had invited me to a Messianic Passover Dinner (a Seder) at the Women’s Aglow where we were both officers, and I was hooked!

Christmas came later that year and a large charismatic church, where my husband’s sister & her husband were charter members, invited us to their great Christmas music extravaganza….

We went.

The air was electric! Everyone was dressed to the nines in their very best holiday clothes…. gold and sparkles (I love sparkles….) and Christmasy reds and greens were everywhere – in the clothes, the decorations – everything. You know how it is. More than beautiful!

The program started – everyone was SO excited. This church has always done grand productions. They had magnificent old English backdrops, ice skaters, falling snow – the whole thing. No expense spared. We sat in the balcony watching – spellbound.

It started very small – just a tiny uncomfortable feeling somewhere down deep inside. More music, “Winter Wonderland”, “Silent Night”, the one about chestnuts roasting and all the old familiar beloved carols. It seemed as if a cloud drifted into the room and settled over me. I couldn’t shake it. I became more and more unhappy. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong. How could anything be wrong when everything seemed so right? Toward the end of the production, I saw in my mind’s eye, the wings of the stage. I did a lot of operettas back in high school and am familiar with ‘backstage’. It was dark there but I could see a figure, standing all alone, looking out through the thick curtains, at the audience. He just stood there – alone – in the dark – sadly, quietly, shaking His head. Yes, it was Y’shua.

This whole big thing that had taken days and weeks and months to ready, was supposed to be about Him. But He wasn’t even there! He was way off in the back wondering “why”? That scene was forever burned into my memory, and it was the last “Christmas Program” I ever attended – anywhere.

After that, ‘Christ Mass’ disappeared from my vocabulary and never again did I ever consider it. Since then I have studied the subject at great length and I am totally convinced the Spirit of the Lord showed me, Himself, this is not pleasing unto Him.

Even the word “Christmas” is a fake. It comes from the Roman Catholic “Christ Mass” – meaning Holy Communion in the Roman church. The whole holiday comes down to us from the ancient Roman feast called “Saturnalia”. It occurred on December 25th. People took time off from their regular duties, slaves were freed for a time, “office” parties were common, greens and trees (did you ever look at Jeremiah 10? It’s quite revealing!) filled the houses. Alcohol and revelry of all sorts was the thing to do. Sexual perversion abounded. Holly and mistletoe had disgusting meanings. Gifts were exchanged as well as wives …. Everything you see today in the secular world was there! No Santa – no Nativity scenes, but everything else was there.

I know the Christians mean well. They truly believe they are celebrating the birth of the Saviour. People are kinder and more loving. Good deeds are the challenge of the day. It’s a time for families to gather and “mend fences”. It’s cold and dreary this time of year and everybody wants warm fuzzies and something to brighten up the long winter days. But the truth is – Y’shua (Jesus) was NOT born on December 25th. He wasn’t even born in December. In Biblical times, birthdays were not celebrated at all. Only twice are birthdays recorded and they were pagan kings! I LOVE my birthday and I don’t think there is anything wrong in celebrating them. But …. Let’s do it right!

I believe Y’shua was born on the first day of Sukkot and circumcised on the eighth and last day. This holy day usually comes in October and is called “the season of our joy” among other names. The Feast of Tabernacles is another name recorded in Leviticus 23. Tabernacle means, “to dwell with” and truly, Y’shua came down from the glories of heaven to dwell with us. It is also called the Festival of Light and we know that Y’shua said he is the Light of the World. We know that John the Baptist was Y’shua’s cousin and was six months older. We can find in the Scriptures just when he was born – at the time of Passover in the Spring. We know exactly when John’s father was doing his priestly duties. It’s all easy to figure out – from the Bible.
Go to Eddie Chumney’s link and click on his book – “The Seven Festivals of the Messiah”. See the last part of Chapter Nine about Sukkot and it will tell you what you want to know.

Our family celebrates the birth of Y’shua at the time of Sukkot. We build a sukkah (Lev 23 again) a small temporary dwelling and sit in it singing songs of His birth, remembering what He must have endured just because He loves us. We believe Y’shua was born in a sukkah – a stable, or small temporary place for animals. We praise G-d for sending His Son and we are so grateful for the plan of salvation He gave to us.

Yes, I do celebrate His birth – but I don’t celebrate “Christmas”!

See you tomorrow! – Sharaka

1 Comment

  • By site admin, 4/1/2008 @ 5:14 pm

    This is a great article – thanks for sharing! Jane

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