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December 31, 2003

Blood and soil

Filed under: Bible study — Camassia @ 3:16 pm

I haven’t been commenting a lot on other people’s Mark posts, but Kynn’s take on Mark 5 provoked a number of thoughts.

He starts off with a digression on the virgin birth. I’m inclined to agree with him — the whole story smells like a legend to me, and I also don’t hugely care. Nonetheless, I don’t regard the case as being entirely closed. Kynn points out that it’s weird that Mark and John don’t mention the birth story, which would seem like an awfully big thing to leave out. But he also points out the the Gospels weren’t meant as definitive histories, but as teaching tools. So the various stories floating around about Jesus might have been sorted according to what the author was trying to say, and to whom.
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December 30, 2003

Hallelujah here she comes

Filed under: Miscellaneous — Camassia @ 3:32 pm

Well, the last time I took off for a week everything disappeared except the last entry, but this time the page went completely blank! Sorry about that. I’ve been off visiting my family in the Carolinas, and I’ve had no opportunity to blog.

My mother’s man gave me a book by Jaroslav Pelikan called Jesus Through the Centuries. I think I’ve heard other bloggers refer to Pelikan before but I really don’t know anything about him. Has anyone read him? I note he also wrote a book about creeds, which might clear up the whole descent into hell thing…

I’ll try to get back in the swim of things, though I’ll get interrupted again next week because my mother’s coming to visit. I note that Kynn blogged Mark 5 in my absence, and I might comment on that later. But today I have things to take care of, and have to get over my jet lag.

December 21, 2003

Here we go a-wassailing

Filed under: Church life — Camassia @ 6:44 pm

This afternoon I joined up with six other people from church to go out caroling. We visited church members who were shut in, bringing them gift baskets, and also walked around the halls of a nursing home singing to whoever would listen.

I always enjoyed singing Christmas carols, but haven’t been able to do it much lately, so I thought it would be neat. We traveled from place to place in the church’s van, which was the sort of run-down 1960s contraption that your hippie uncle drove — peeling vinyl, spare tire protruding from under the seat, a padded ceiling that kept me from getting brained every time we went over a rut. But it was also cool to visit some of the people that I’d been praying for all these weeks when the assistant pastor read their names out, but I’d never really known anything about. They were all elderly, and most were old-time Lutherans, first- or second-generation immigrants from northern Europe. The present church is actually fairly diverse, and includes blacks, Latinos and Asians, but I expect 40 years ago it was quite different.

One woman I remember in particular we visited in a hospital. I don’t know what exactly was wrong with her, but she said something about a recurring problem in her leg, and she was bedridden. She was very frail, but I could see her lips move as she sang the carols along with us. After we finished singing she chatted with us a little bit, and our group leader pointed to the wall behind us and said, “Look what she wakes up to every morning.”

I noticed for the first time a painting of Jesus hanging there, exactly on eye level from where she was lying in bed.

“Yes,” said the woman. “I pray with him every night.”

There was something about the way she said that that was almost eerie — with a sense that he was there as much as I was there, and not floating above somewhere. I’d felt a little shiver up my spine when we walked into her room, when I saw her and her rooommate lying in bed — that fear of disease, helplessness, and death hung in the air. Yet she was quite clearly convinced he was there.

Others we visited in their homes, and they were all very happy to see us. Some pressed us to stay, one gave us candy, another money (which our group leader quickly confiscated to give to the church). It was a great experience; the only thing wrong, apart from the van, was that we sounded awful. Although there were a few choir regulars there, and I can sing passably, there were a few people who really couldn’t sing at all, and did so loudly. The leader of the group was not a music person; she was actually the head of youth and family activities, but she’s one of those people who, by some force of gravitation, seems to end up in charge of everything. She sings pretty well but she seemed unclear on certain choral concepts, most notably giving a starting pitch. She’d just count down and expect everybody to somehow start in the same key. At first I nagged her to give us one, and she did, but I got tired of pestering her so I just let it slide. I’m still surprised that I was the only person who seemed to have a problem with that! I think next time, I’ll bring along my own pitch pipe and take care of it myself.

But I guess sounding great isn’t the main point of this kind of thing. It was really more about socializing than performing. And I think we made some people happy.

December 19, 2003

The big finale

Filed under: Arts and entertainment — Camassia @ 4:32 pm

So I saw Return of the King, and had a good time. Unfortunately the earliest show my friend could get tickets for was 8:15, which meant going home at midnight on a weeknight (and taking a while to wind down from all the action), which meant being a zombie yesterday. That’s what you get for ordering your tickets a mere four days in advance! But now that I’m more awake, I can attempt to blog about it. (Spoilers ahead.)
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December 17, 2003

Tolkien and Saddam

Filed under: Politics and society — Camassia @ 11:21 am

Yes, I’m catching the opening of Return of the King tonight. Some friends and co-workers and I are going to go out to dinner and get schnockered — er, get prepared for the big three-hour blowout. I’m going to have to deal with the giant spider this time around, but actually CGI spiders don’t look realistic enough yet to scare me that much. I hope.

Bill Cork just employed Tolkien to defend a cardinal who advocated humane treatment for Saddam Hussein. Along the way, he said pretty much what I was thinking about all that. Other noteworthy posts I’ve seen lately on Saddam’s capture include Iraqi blogger Zeyad discovering his own Stockholm Syndrome (here and here); J. Collins Fisher trying to stop her knee from jerking; and Jeanne d’Arc pondering how Saddam should be tried. I don’t have time to do much commentary myself (and I don’t have anything that interesting to say, really), but all those are worth reading.

December 15, 2003

Blogrolling on

Filed under: Miscellaneous — Camassia @ 7:44 pm

We’re not gonna be getting any polaroids of Armageddon any more, because Hernan Gonzalez closed up shop. But, as if my blog requires a certain number of Catholic links to maintain equilibrium, I’ve found Veritas, which recently blogrolled me as a “Raider of the Lost Ark.” Gee, suddenly I sound so exciting!

Other recent additions: Overboard, Interesting Monstah and Correction, the blog of sometime commenter Matthias.

Posting will continue to be spotty until after New Year’s — various things are keeping me busy. But I’ll try to squeeze in something here and there, including the next thrilling chapter of Mark! (I know you’re all waiting for it.)

December 12, 2003

Still more on the pagan Christmas

Filed under: Orthopraxis — Camassia @ 8:12 am

The Ever Changing Selection points to an article in Touchstone magazine arguing that the dating of Christmas had nothing to do with pagan festivals. In those days it was believed that prophets were born or conceived on the same day they died, so the Annunciation would have fallen on Good Friday, hence birth on Dec. 25.

From this whole discussion, however, I’ve gathered that there’s very little primary source material on this, so pretty much every conclusion involves speculation. In the old Julian calendar Dec. 25 was the day of the winter solstice, so probably a lot of cultures had festivals on that day (on top of Saturnalia, there was also the birth of Mithras), and certainly the way we do Christmas today is also a celebration of winter. So I doubt we can be 100% sure about the origin of Christmas, but I don’t think it’s worth a whole lot of worry.

December 10, 2003

Not to pile on, but…

Filed under: Orthopraxis — Camassia @ 6:38 pm

I took a look at the article from which Pen drew his information about the pagan origins of Christmas, and noticed it drew rather heavily on Alexander Hislop’s The Two Babylons. The name rang a bell, as it came up in the extremely long comment thread to this post by Lynn.

For some reason, Caldwell dates the work at 1959, but it was actually written in the 1850s. The original subtitle was “The Papal Worship Proved to Be the Worship of Nimrod and His Wife,” which should give you a pretty good idea of where he was coming from: he was out to prove that Catholics were idolatrous pagans. Hislop apparently didn’t just call Christmas pagan — he called communion, confession, baptism, last rites, and just about every other Catholic practice pagan. Recently the preacher Ralph Woodrow wrote a book in support of these theories, only to write another book retracting it all once he checked out Hislop’s sources. (Another, longer deconstruction is here.) So, I’m no expert on this, but he sounds like a very dubious source.

Anyway, Lee Anne Millinger has a nice response to Pen’s post up, where she addresses the paganism angle quite sensibly:

But before we go to pitching out all of our beloved Christmas traditions, perhaps we should give them a second look. As Augustine’s “City of God” let the metanarrative of Christ enter into and encompass the pagan story, I think that the church today can do the same thing with Christmas. Jesus’ story can encompass the lights, the trees and the gift-giving — infusing them with a meaning deeper and more profound than the pagan origins. After all, there were whispers of truth, touchstones of faith, even in Greek and Roman paganism.

Season’s greetings

Filed under: Orthopraxis — Camassia @ 10:22 am

Pen says: “Bah! Humbug!”

Personally, I think he’s throwing out the baby with the bathwater here. If the date of Christmas and the Christmas tree had their origins in the pagan past somewhere, I don’t see why that matters unless people actually think they’re worshipping Saturn or whoever. I don’t know exactly when or why the Church chose Dec. 25 as “Christ Mass”, but it was a long time ago, and up till the 19th century it was apparently a fairly modest holiday, taking a back seat to Easter. So if you’re running up the credit card and drinking too much eggnog on Christmas, I don’t think that’s Saturn’s fault.

Secondly, gift-giving holidays may not be Christian per se, but they aren’t an invention of consumer culture either. Cultures all over the world have them as a way of sharing possessions and cementing bonds between friends, relatives, and allies. That’s basically what Christmas means to me. It’s a chance for me to get together with my far-flung family, celebrate, and think about what the others want and need. It’s not Christian, but my family isn’t Christian. I don’t think that makes it bad, though.

Of course, as Pen says, a lot of people don’t enjoy Christmas this way. They get stressed out and spend their money on useless junk that others don’t really want. And certainly that’s not the right way to do it, and is not Christian either. But I don’t think that should slip into a puritanical distrust of anybody having a good time. The pastor at my former church pointed out that Jesus loved going to weddings, which in ancient Judea were huge wingdings with lots of eating, drinking and dancing that could go on for days. You might call it wasteful, but Jesus didn’t seem to see it that way. In fact, his most notable act at a wedding was to replenish the booze.

Yeah, yeah, I know weddings have a symbolic meaning in the Gospels. I’m just saying, a big party, with or without an explicit religious purpose, doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

December 8, 2003

Another question for people who know more than me

Filed under: Bible study — Camassia @ 7:15 pm

Dash is up to Leviticus 16, which describes the story of the scapegoat. She says:

Aaron has to take two goats, and one of them is to be sacrificed as a sin offering. The other one is to be sent into the wilderness. The interesting thing is that the one that gets sent away is the scapegoat. The goat gets to escape. The thing is, that’s the goat that got infused with all the sins. Aaron is supposed to put his hands on the goat’s head and put the sins of the people onto it. Then the goat is permitted to escape, or maybe more rightly, sent into exile. But it is not killed for the sins of the people. Punished, maybe, by being sent away, but not killed.

Seems a little backwards, doesn’t it.

I’d always been under the impression that a goat being sent out to the “wilderness” (i.e. desert) would mean certain death, since it had neither flock nor shepherd to look after it. But with the other goat being killed also, it’s true that death doesn’t seem to be the point. Maybe just by sending it away, you send your sins away from yourself? Dunno.

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