The Gift of the Magi
Christmas is not my
favorite religious holiday. I like
Christmas and I do not mind the mixture of secular with religious messages that
it holds. It is just that for religious
significance Easter and Reformation Day hold stronger messages. But today is Christmas Eve and I am enjoying
the spirit of the season despite the above disclaimers and a personally
difficult year.
Few could say that this has been a banner year for the Butler household. There has been too much loss, both on a
personal and national level. But,
despite all of this, as my pastor so aptly reminded us, “…the Lord is near…”
(Philippians 4:4-8). It is that Bible
verse, and all it means, that makes me more than comfortable with the parts of
Christmas that deal only with its temporal celebration. A person can live his faith, but we manifest
that faith in worldly terms all the time.
I
love Christmas trees (pagan), Christmas cards and letters (Hallmark), Santa
Claus (a Turkish monk), and all the glitter of wrapped gifts. I absolutely love reading aloud Clement
Moore’s 1822 poem, “An Account of a Visit From St. Nicholas” which is now known
simply as, “The Night Before Christmas.”
But even that is not my favorite Christmas story.
When
it comes to showing what Christmas can mean in a strictly worldly sense, you
can not beat William Sydney Porter’s timeless story, “The Gift of the
Magi.” Porter wrote under the name,
“O’Henry” and was the master of the short story. This much troubled, alcoholic and possibly
criminal man was a master of many arts.
He could sing, draw, act and certainly, he was a skilled writer. He is frequently compared to Guy de
Maupassant in literary skill and use of the, “cosmic irony” in his story
endings. All of his skills come together
in, “The Gift of the Magi.”
Here
is the story of two hopelessly poor and hopelessly in love people who sell the
only thing of value that each one owns in order to buy a gift for the
other. The wife, Della, sells her
magnificent hair to get a watch fob for her husband’s grand watch. Meanwhile, Jim has sold his watch to get
Della a set of beautiful combs for her hair.
The story ends with this grand message:
The magi, as you
know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the
manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their
gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in
case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful
chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for
each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the
wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the
wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere
they are wisest. They are the magi. [To
read the whole story go to: www.online-literature.com]
This story reminds all of us that Christmas truly represents
what is in our hearts much more than what is of the world. Christmas can be an aura, a hope, a thought
of what lies ahead for both the Babe and this world. We show all of this in worldly ways, because
the world is what we have. That can be
enough if we try, very hard, to be the Magi.
Merry Christmas, and share the faith.
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