A Very Messy Christmas



We like to wish each other a merry Christmas.  If we wanted to be real with each other, we would probably wish one another a messy Christmas, because to do so is more true to the biblical narrative and more true to the state of our lives.  Merry Christmess.  It would relieve the recipient of the burden of meeting the Norman Rockwell expectations  for family life in this season, achieving the proper level of Hallmark sentimentality, and imitating the magazine cover home decor.  Most of us would rather undo the top button of our jeans and watch football with the curtains closed.

The Christmas holiday is messy; let’s be honest.

The manger scenes on our front lawns are dishonest.  The wise men, who have just concluded an international journey on foot, are well-pressed and do not need a shower.  The shepherds, who are day-laborers, whom Aristotle referred to as the “most lazy” of all laborers, have the well-groomed gaiety of a barbershop quartet about to break out in song.  The baby, who was just born in a windy barn without medical assistance, well, “no crying he makes.” And Mary, who was not long ago threatened with divorce in light of premarital pregnancy, and Joseph, who finds himself in a generally unwanted arranged marriage, have on their faces the serene tranquility of a Buddha statue I saw in my neighbor’s garden.

Meanwhile, the houses behind our manger scenes are full of people who, by all accounts, are completely unworthy to approach such an immaculate gathering.

Christmas is messy.  The first one was messy, and the meaning behind it is messy.  God steps down into the mud and filth of the earth to join the species that had staged a rebellion against the Creator in the hopes of winning some converts back to the original side where, outrageously, they will be welcomed to return.  Christmas isn’t about a neat and tidy self-presentation.  It’s about being loved by the God who knows our mess so well that he joined it.

logo.jpgWhat if, rather than painting on our faces the rouge of artificial merriness, we settle for the messiness?  What if we accept one another’s messiness with grace? Christmas is not a time for appearances, it is a time for the authentic embrace of true humanity.  More than any other time, this season, we ought to love and accept those whose lives are a mess.


10 thoughts on “A Very Messy Christmas

  1. Making it our goal to have much less messiness (ie; gifts for everyone, perfect menu, perfect relationships when they haven’t been, all crammed into one “holiday”) and much more celebration of the coming of Emmanuel–God with us–is the answer. It has taken me many years and prayers to figure that one out and I am still learning. He is our peace. Merry Christmas!

  2. “Speak the truth,” said Emily Dickinson, “but speak it at a slant.” Yours is the most “speaking at a slant” Christmas exposition I’ve ever read. I hope you don’t mind if I cut & paste it and send it to my family & friends contacts.

    It’s been a `blessedly messy year’ for both of us, but much like Jesus in the wilderness, we’ve also been visited by “ministering angels.” And in the end, the “angels” win. CS

  3. I can except our mess and offer grace to those who are in that mess. I would like it known that I rather continue with a Merry Christmas as compared to a “messy Christmas”. Not to hide my mess, but to be optimistic about how my mess will improve.

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