Meaning of Christmas - a sermon
With Christmas a day away (no, I'm not done shopping!), it is important to remember the meaning of the holiday:
'Christmas means
Carnage!'
- Life is not intrinsically fair.
- Bad things happen to good people.
- You cannot have life without death.
- Our relationship with 'the Boss' is very different than we feel it should be.
What makes Babe different from the other animals is that he doesn't just roll over and accept 'the way things are'. He hangs on to the way things could be. This inevitably leads to crisis. After all, reality is real. As expressed in the movie, the boss really does eat bacon. The cat is right (though, notice that Hogget had already decided to spare Babe).
Then, some very interesting things begin to happen. Having hung on to innocence to the point of crisis, Babe starts to be transformed. This transformation is what is lost to those who simply accept 'the way things are'. The means by which this transformation takes place is trust. Babe takes the water from the bottle Hogget is holding.
In the sheepherding competition, we see the consistent reaction of those who have chosen the path of acceptance when confronted by the transformation in another. First comes ridicule, then speechlessness and, finally, applause. This is the progression by which the fruit of the transformation is born. And, that fruit is glory. It is what all of us most deeply long for.
Having read the sign of reality, there is no way back to where we were before we read it. But, no matter how far we've walked down the path of acceptance, we can always backtrack and choose the path of transformation. This is the meaning of Christmas. But, what about Christmas meaning carnage? Well, in the real story, of which Babe is but a partial allegory, it is 'the boss' who dies, becoming the meal for the farm animals. This real story is so preposterous that it must be divine. At least, that's how I see it.
Merry Christmas.
6 Comments:
yeah well bah ram stu eat his shoe then go um.........moo take a poo eat some stew reese just ate a shrew
gee, chris, that's inspiring ??????????
is it some sort of post-modern statement on the futility of the cosmos?
Your comment on innocence's sweetness brought to mind a recent "Michael Story" from the youngest of our brood. (I'll put it in my blog soon.)
The other day, we went for a walk near our house in the frigid temperature. The whole way he was commenting on everything he saw, cars, dogs, teenaged boys playing snow-football. As he dragged his walking stick in the snow behind him, he exclaimed, “Today is the greatest day of my life!” It made quite an impression on me, even though he hasn’t had that many days in his life yet, especially because my thoughts were more along the lines of wanting to go back home, and wishing I didn't have to exercise to lose weight, and other similar self-pitying streams of consciousness.
Hang onto that one as long as you can. He's good to have around.
Sorry I missed you in A2. Saw Mama Hignatoni's Boy last night. Good to catch up with him. I take it you heard about his spouse's close brush with death in December? She's pretty okay now.
Actually, clem, I heard nothing about it. I'm back in A2 this weekend. I'll give you a call.
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