Christmas Week and the Gift of the Magi
This is Christmas
week. I have been helping to give Holy
Communion at church this month, offering the chalice of wine behind the pastor. I will do so on Christmas Eve as well. Next month I will read the liturgy at First
Lutheran’s services. There was a time
when a woman would never do either of these at a Lutheran service. My religion has evolved just as the theological
message has remained intact.
That
is certainly appropriate. Religion as a
practice is a living thing. Theology as
a belief is unchanging. The words of
Isaiah 9: 2-7 remind us of the story, message and reason for Christmas: For a
child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his
shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father,
Prince of Peace.
It is hard for me to read those words
without falling into the lilt of the music of Handel’s Messiah with which so many of us are familiar. For many of us that music represents
Christmas. We are worldly people, so we
experience Christmas in a worldly way. I
do not see this as a devaluation of the holiday.
I
love Christmas trees (pagan), Christmas cards and letters (Hallmark), Santa
Claus (a Turkish monk), and all the glitter of wrapped gifts. I enjoy 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 was certainly 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 heirloom 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. Of 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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