The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter Holidays, while fun, often lead to chaos Are
you one of those people who are glad when the holidays are finally
over? I am. I do not imply that either you or I am so churlish as to
resist all times of celebration and gladness, but I like a routine! As
regular readers will note, this column has been absent from your South
Reporter because somehow I got thrown off schedule during the holidays
and could not (or did not) find time to write it. When I do anything
that requires effort, I find that I need time to anticipate it, time to
do it, and time to get over it. I also realize that this necessity
seems more urgent as I grow older. For me, the
period from Thanksgiving through New Year’s comes as an interruption to
my usual winter routine. In many ways it is a joyful interruption. But
an interruption. There are different things to do. Extra things. Often
fun things. But there are often sad things, and when the sad things pop
up, it somehow seems harder to face them because it is “the holidays.”
With all these different, extra, and often challenging things
happening, it doesn’t take much for me to be thrown off course. This
was one of the years that happened for me. I
realized that I am not the only person who suffers from this tendency
when I heard a young minister say that, even though she is a member of
the clergy, she was so busy this year tending to church things, that
she had not had a chance to send a single Christmas card, set up a
Christmas tree or put out her little manger scene at home. She was
contemplating this on December 26, and decided to go ahead and put out
her manger scene and celebrate “the twelve days of Christmas.” Christmas
is one of those unusual times that has “extra days” at the end. Our
commercial society celebrates the holiday by anticipation, but the
“real” Christmas holidays are the twelve days from December 26 to
January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany, that celebrates the arrival of
the three wise men. I find that if you take advantage of this, you can
get most of your holiday duties done! Still, I
find the resumption of a regular routine comforting, and am glad now to
slip back into the calendar of the everyday. Someone is sure to say,
“How dull!” But how would we recognize the spontaneous and the exciting
if we did not have a workday existence with which to compare the
surprising and unexpected? I suppose you could live in such a way that
everything strikes you as unexpected, but that would seem to me a
pattern of chaos and unpredictability, which for Presbyterians, at
least, would be highly disconcerting! I like to
say my prayers on Sunday, do the laundry on Monday, pay my bills on
Tuesday, buy groceries on Thursday, and eat catfish on Friday! I do not
like it when the postman does not run, or the trash pickup is delayed,
or friends are not at home to chat on the telephone at the usual time. Yes,
I am hopelessly set in my ways. But I like having my “ways,” and I find
in these ordinary habits and their regularity a certain comforting,
guiding reflection of the “truth and the life” that I find in our Lord,
who gives meaning and direction to even the most ordinary aspects of
our living. That is an extended meaning of divine grace and redemption,
and I find it a very hopeful thing indeed. |