“Where Was Christmas?”

In the telling of this account I’ll probably be given one of the many labels that Christians are tagged with. Heaven knows I’ve been called worse. I’ve lived long enough, been through and seen enough, too not much care.

My husband and I accepted an invitation to a Christmas program recently. On the night of the program we donned our apparel and went. The production was a combination of skits, dancers, brass ensembles and choral groups. The young actors performed with zeal and did a great job. The Abominable Snowman of our Rudolph moments? The dialog of those skits. This is not a slur on the young actors by any means. My issue is with the content of the script.

I’ll focus on one skit in particular. A boy and girl ran across the stage looking fearful, on their heels a shotgun toting woman yelling, “Stay out of my barn!”
A neighbor yells and asks shot gun lady, “What is going on?”
Shotgun lady replies, “I caught so and so trying to make a baby Jesus in my barn.”
I have to say we were taken aback. In a time when everyone is wearing their cultural heritage on their shoulders I’ll toss my two cents in. My Christian morals were offended. I struggle these days to stay calm and peaceful but this incident was the last proverbial straw. I’m to tolerate and respect every other religion, belief, lifestyle and system…right? Wrong.

Pause …

It is my heart’s desire to see one and all turn to the saving grace of Jesus. But that is a choice each individual is free to make. Just so you know Jesus is always ready to meet you where you are for the asking.


The question that burns in my inmost being is this. If you don’t believe in Jesus, why must you bring Him or His name into anything at all? Why are my beliefs not respected? There simply was no need to use Jesus’ holy name in an analogy of two promiscuous teens in a barn. This was unacceptable to the Christian faith.

In yet another scene the writer had a frustrated character using Jesus’ name in vain. That is the name of my almighty God being tossed around. There are millions of words in the English language. God’s and Jesus’ names need to be stricken from the list of explicatives. Here’s a passage of Scripture for you, (Exodus 20:7 NIV) yes, straight out of the Ten Commandments.

Aside from the implication that Jesus’ father was human, the inappropriate use of His name, promiscuous teens, and a gun wielding woman, there was also dialog such as:
*Snide remarks about living in doublewide mobile home
*Snarky thieves appearing entitled
*Men disrespecting females
*A potential incestuous relationship
*A mother in law lusting after her son-in-law.
I felt these scenes were senseless and riddled with innuendo, chaos and confusion.

Jesus is Christmas, Christmas is Jesus…from Heaven to the manger, from the manger to the cross, from the cross to the grave, from the grave to the sky. Sound familiar? For a musical interlude click here. The play reminded me too of a sitcom I recently watched. In it the Atheist wanted to totally recreate the Nativity scene to incorporate a lot of things that would desecrate it. I was relieved when he had a change of heart.

Point being…if you want to have a Winter Festival or a Jingle Day or a what-ever day that’s wonderful…enjoy! But if you’re going to call it Christmas then you must acknowledge the Christ. It’s His story…whether you believe it or not. He was first, He will be last, His truth will win out.

The whole production left me in turmoil. It was peppered with political correctness and incorrectness. I was left wondering what it meant. Where was Christmas in any of it? Was that the point? To show how messed up the world is? Or are we teaching our kids that absolutely everything is acceptable? Like there is no consequence for our actions, for sin? It’s beyond heartbreaking.

The program ended with the singing of Silent Night which was in total conflict with the theme. But isn’t that the way of it? This world is in total conflict with the very One who came to save us. The very One whom Silent Night was written about. I’d like to believe the intent was for us to see His peace amidst the worldly chaos.

I pray for each of the young people in this production, most especially for the author(s). I pray that they have someone in their lives keeping CHRIST-mas alive.

Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin Mother and Child, holy
Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night, shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar, heavenly hosts sing
Christ the Saviour is born,
Christ the Saviour is born.

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light,
Radiant beams from
Thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

Silent night, holy night, wondrous star, lend thy light;
With the angels let us sing,
Alleluia to our King.
Christ the Saviour is born,
Christ the Saviour is born.



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