Christmas is one of the busiest times in America, the rush for presents, the tiresome hours of preparation for visitors and family, and while many fervently prepare exactly the same way they do every year, and know precisely what they wish to buy, cook, and decorate their homes with, the nature and "Spirit" of Christmas still remains a relative matter to the secular crowd.
Countless films, books, discussions and notions of it's true nature are produced but still no conclusive meaning can be met. This spawned the term "Happy Holidays"; some would argue this term is simply to please every ethnic race and culture who may celebrate this time of year with their own holidays of the season, others simply have come to find the word "Christmas" offensive. This has dragged on throughout the centuries, until the very nature and spirit of Christmas cannot even be defined by anyone other than being a "feeling". "It's something that must be felt, not held in your hands, the gift of being with family, the gift of giving, the gift of love" is what the season has become; a greeting card. The day reduced to just a relative, convoluted mess of good feelings and void ideas.
Being a Christian, to me the day represents the birth of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And while this ideas may end in me being labeled as indoctrinated, confused, lunatic, or whatever other creative name may be conceived, I still think I must say what I know to be true. And while this day may have originally been a pagan celebration that does not relate to Christianity (for those intent on disproving me) I am attempting to do what is known as "bring awareness". Referring to my own fellow artists on this very Website, people prefer to simply draw themselves in a Santa hat and be done with it; I choose not to represent the season with my art, because with what I intend to uphold on this holy day (and while it may be past midnight, I still intend to keep with the spirit) cannot be represented with my art. I...fall short. I am very sure that even if I were to try my very best, I'd still not be able to produce something that would really do justice to what I'm trying to convey, so I must rely on my own words.
This blessed day is about remembering how Jesus Christ humbled himself and was born to a lowly virgin, and came into this world with the intention of healing the sick, spreading the word of God and dying on the cross for the sins of his chosen people. This notion has been gruesomely twisted, sometimes to fit the whims of artists who portray him or people who wish to lower him to the status being nothing but a symbol of good will but I am convicted that the story of his birth and ministry as told in the gospel of Luke chapters 1-2 is true.
Even as I write this my hands tremble and I cannot help but be fearful. I know that what I said will enrage many, even my own friends who may delight in taking apart what I say and giving me every single reason why I'm wrong and should feel bad about being wrong, even so...I still write this because the light I have inside me must be shared, and while I speak very little there is something to be said about this Blessed day, and the Blessed Lord that is to be remembered.
Merry Christmas everyone.