Here’s an email from James Harrison, a student at Covenant College, an evangelical institution in Lookout Mountain, Georgia, where I was invited for a very pleasant and memorable visit a year ago. James is responding to a recent post of mine in which I made fun of one of this season’s Christianist novelties, a fake Christmas tree embedded with an enormous cross. After his letter, my response.
Hi Mr. Hertzberg—
I figured that you might welcome a comment from one of your evangelical friends regarding your recent blog post, so here goes.
Just to be clear, I don’t take any objection at all to your observation that a CHRIST-mas tree is a ridiculous idea, because in my opinion, you’re absolutely right. Those sorts of things are cringe-worthy, and beg to be parodied.
However, I do think that you’ve slightly misunderstood the significance of the cross as it relates to Christmas. You’re right in your statement that the cross is a universal symbol for Christ’s death. But to assume that the cross has nothing to do with the birth of Christ is groundless.
As the season of advent kicked off last Sunday, I heard a sermon given by my church pastor on—get this—the crucifixion. The sermon was titled “Born To Die.” It was a phenomenal message to hear in light of the traditional thoughts about Christmas which you alluded to on your blog—birth, joyfulness, etc. So I thought I would share some of my notes with you.
Here is the great irony that was preached: God incarnate born, so that by his blood he might provide salvation for us all. A completely perfect being, taking on lowly form, giving up eternity in order to defeat death, in the name of love. I know you’ve heard this story before, but it cannot be stressed enough. Even the Old Testament reveals it in the book of Isaiah, whose words were written 700 years before Christ was born:
“For he grew up before him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities, upon him was the chastisement that brought peace, and with his stripes we are healed.” —Isaiah 53. 1-5, ESV.
Passages like these are a part of why the Christian faith is offensive and counter cultural, and I can only believe that this was the reason why seeing a CHRIST-mas tree led you to conclude that placing focus on the cross during the season of Christmas wasn’t a “pro-life” expression. That and the fact that CHRIST-mas trees are pretty darn silly.
But still, nothing in the world could be more “pro-life” than the cross itself. It sounds nuts, but it is the very reason for which Christ was born. God, placed in the hands of angry sinners, was stripped naked that we might be clothed. A crown of thorns was placed upon his head, that we might receive crowns of righteousness. And by his stripes, we are healed. There is nothing “just” or “fair” about it, and that’s what makes it so tough to understand at times. But it’s also why we must continually take up the cross—even during the holiday season—as Christ instructed in Luke:
“And he said to all, ‘If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it.’ ” —Luke 9.23-24, ESV.
The cross is a crucial symbol at all times, not just on Good Friday. And as uncomfortable and joy-lacking as it may seem, it is only by the cross we are given ultimate joy.
Thanks Mr. Hertzberg, and Merry Christmas (it’s just as much yours as it is mine)—
James
Dear James,
Thanks for your email, and thanks especially for the spirit in which you wrote it—the Christmas spirit, which in your case, I’ve noticed, seems to be a year-round thing.
Thanks too for reminding me of that passage from Isaiah. I don’t know how it sounds in the original, but in translation it is certainly one of the most beautiful poems in the English language. “A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief”—that is sublime, with or without Handel’s music.
Maybe you remember that when I spoke at Covenant I described my own modest moment of Christian catharsis, which happened before you were born, at the Uffizi gallery, in Florence. I was standing in front of a small painting, about the size of an open laptop and titled (as many such paintings have been titled) “Ecce Homo.” The painting was of the face of Jesus moments before his death, with despairing eyes upturned under the crown of thorns. At that moment I grasped (or thought I grasped—in any case, I certainly felt) one of the mysteries of the Christian religion: the tragic, ecstatic vision of Jesus as at once fully human and fully divine. We can argue about the divinity aspect. But what that painting put across to me with tremendous force was that while Jesus (in the story) may have lived his life with some inkling of his divinity, he died as a man and only a man, with the consciousness of a man and only a man. If he had died as a god with the consciousness of a god, then the sacrifice represented by the moment of his agony and death would have been meaningless.
For me, apprehending that aspect of the Christian narrative was a transporting experience, an oceanic experience. On subsequent visits to the Uffizi, I’ve never been able to find that painting. But the memory of that experience has stayed with me through the decades, along with the respect it implanted in me for the power and dignity of the Jesus story.
Still: to me it remains a story—an epic, a myth, a metaphor. A human creation. Which is not nothing. The oceanic sensation it gave me was real, as real as the similar sensations that music or art or literature or the beauty and majesty of nature have occasionally vouchsafed to me. But that day at the Uffizi told me nothing about the reality—the actual existence—of God or gods or the “supernatural,” a term I don’t understand. (If something exists, isn’t it part of nature? “Supernatural” seems to me an evasion.)
But to get back to today, i.e., Christmas. And the cross. What I am objecting to in the Jesus story is something I object to in certain other religious traditions: human sacrifice. Indeed, the human sacrifice of the crucifixion seems to me to be more objectionable, conceptually at least, than the human sacrifices practiced by, say, the Aztecs (or, for that matter, by tribal Hebrews like Abraham). The Aztecs were people trying to propitiate angry, nasty, bloodthirsty gods. (Abraham, by being willing to cut Isaac’s throat, was doing the same for testy old Yahweh.) But who sacrifices Jesus? Not the Romans—they were just enforcing the law as they saw it. Not the Jews—when they made sacrifices, post-Abraham, they offered up goats and lambs and the like. No, in the story of Jesus, the sacrificer seems to be God himself. He kills his “only begotten” son. And why? In order to propitiate himself, apparently. Somehow, by killing his own son, he causes himself to refrain from condemning or killing everybody else. Well, not everybody else—just those who show the proper appreciation and gratitude for his sacrifice.
But is it really a sacrifice? Doesn’t Jesus turn up rather quickly at the right hand of God? Isn’t he said to be part of God, in some special way that the rest of us are not? He (Jesus) goes through the experience of dying, as every human being must do, but he doesn’t end up dead. So how great is the sacrifice, really? And what is the connection between the sacrifice (the crown of thorns, death on the cross) and the benefit it purchases for believers (the crown of righteousness, eternal life)? If God wants to forgive us our sins, can’t he just forgive us our sins? Does he have to torture and murder his own son first—and then take it back by resurrecting the son and making him an object of worship for millions? For the sacrifice to be real, wouldn’t Jesus have to stay dead? The resurrection is a powerful story, but (if you analyze it logically) doesn’t it make the crucifixion a bit of a sham?
The Jesus story is a compelling story, its incoherence notwithstanding. And I have nothing against people believing it to be “true” (even in some non-metaphorical way) if that is what they wish to believe. (I love Christmas, and I love the Baby Jesus!) In fact, James, there’s only one word in your email that I strongly (if provisionally) object to. It’s the word “only” in your penultimate sentence, where you write, “as uncomfortable and joy-lacking as it may seem, it is only by the cross we are given ultimate joy.”
Or maybe it’s the word “we” I’m objecting to. If by “we” you mean only you and your fellow evangelicals, then—fine. But if by “we” you mean you and your fellow human beings, then please—speak for yourself. There are many paths to ultimate joy, and not all of them involve gods or crucifixions. When “we” start decreeing that it’s our way or the highway, trouble ensues.
But I think you know that. Hence your last line, which I take to mean that Christmas and Passover and Ramadan and Shivarathri—and the Darwin Bicentennial!—are as much yours as mine and as much mine as yours, that all of it is part of our common human inheritance. So Merry Christmas, James, to you and your family from me and mine. What the heck, let’s go further, like Santa Claus: “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Warmly, Rick