Every year, I promise myself that I will go easy on Christmas this year.
I’ll spend less, I say. I’ll schedule less outings. No caroling this year. We can skip baking cookies; that’s just a mess anyway. We can bow out of one or two charitable activities.
Last year, I used old pictures (gasp!) for our Christmas cards. And this year, though I have bought $80 worth of Christmas stamps already…I am not going to send out Christmas cards. I thought I was compromising by opting for generic store bought holiday cards. One thing led to another, and I’m scrapping ’em altogether this year.
I’ll have seasonal greeting cards on hand for the next 40 years.
Listen, I’m gunna level with y’all here: I am pretty sure the credit cards I just consolidated were by majority “the ghosts of Christmases past.”
For someone with seasonal affective disorder– amongst other brain challenges– a desperate attempt to cheer up the dark days of December seems logical on a surface level.
My large extended family has also always been big time fans of the holidays. Forced Family Fun is an important component of familial culture on my mom’s side.
This means observance with gifts, decorations, and gluttony are vital for maintaining positive internal relations with the clan.
My daughter, mom, and grandmother also are all born on the same day in December!
So come on, we go big or go home. ‘Tis the season.
Here’s what I have noticed about the time between mid-November and New Year’s Eve: things fall through the cracks.
In the past several years, I’ve seen insurance renewals, logical budgeting, personal boundaries, and even people forgotten in the over-scheduling that is inherent to six weeks of celebration.
We can’t realistically expect to quadruple our responsibilities for a month and a half and still attend to our normal routine.
I have a hard time keeping up on a normal day, so if I’m gunna get all festive, you better believe just about everything else falls to the wayside.
I sabotage my New Year by exhausting my finances, family, and body; cluttering my calendar, home, and mind; and diverting my priorities, attention, and spirituality for 6 whole weeks out of 52!
That is 11.5% of my year– more than a tenth of my year– spent in inattention.
I sacrifice peace, calm, purpose, intentionality, and contentment to indulge for nearly a tenth of my year.
There is a lot a person could accomplish in six weeks– 40 days– with the passion, unrestraint, and commitment that we reserve for the holidays.
Like, crossing over into the Promised Land? Preparing for conquer, victory, sanctification, establishment, and blessing?
That’s what the Israelites were on the precipice of in the Book of Numbers. They were standing at the border of all things New.
About to say goodbye to their rock-star leader Moses. About to test their mettle, their resolve– their ability to lean hard on God’s promises.
But it was at this crucial point that they are sabotaged by Balaam and their attention is diverted to feasting, carousing, indulgence.
They put aside what they know is good for living and spend just a little time treating themselves to just a little bad behavior.
Do you know that Christmas Day is the deadliest day of the year?
And nope, sorry, it’s not drunk driving accidents. Nor is it suicide. Oddly, there’s a spike in suicide at Easter.
Christmas Day is the deadliest day of the year due to negligence. It is possible to stack up more deaths nation wide due to neglect!– inattention– than any other way.
Drug overdose doesn’t kill a record number of people on a single day every year. Drunk driving, shootings, smoking. None of those compare.
How does the enemy of our souls harvest as many of us as possible in a single day? Distract us.
And it’s so insidious. The way that people die on Christmas:
Not going to the hospital when he feels tightening in his chest, after all, he doesn’t want to disrupt the holiday dinner. The kids are having fun; don’t bother them.
More people die in house fires at Christmas. There are not more house fires at Christmas; but people are more distracted and therefore more likely to die in the house fires at Christmas.
We just aren’t paying attention.
Every pastor and Christian thought leader encourages us to focus in periods of 40 days.
Fast, pray, diet, give…for 40 days! That’s always the pitch.
And come on, we never do it. Or never finish it. Somehow, I am a perpetual quitter at 33 days. I can be intentional for 33 days but not 40 for some reason.
So, yeah, we can’t wage war in the spirit, we can’t tarry, for 40 days.
But we sure can drink, spend, eat, travel, instigate pointless quibbles, and have sad, lonely, “I’m-the-only-single-cousin” bar hook-ups in the ol’ hometown.
Satan easily steals, kills, and destroys your new year utilizing these 40 days of inattention and compromise.
At the borderland of your year, your promises, your hopes, your expectations for God’s goodness and purpose– His newness. And we let the enemy work us over and set us back and shake us just before we enter in.
That’s the embattlement of this season. Don’t miss it. See it. Attend to it.