Have you ever considered the irony in the Christmas story with respect to family?
Luke tells us “a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David, called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child.”
That was the original Christmas homecoming.
Whether this census really took place in exactly this way is historically debatable. It may have been a more localized census, affecting only the Province of Syria, which included Judea.
But assuming Luke is giving us a reliable account, can you imagine a homecoming where you are unable to connect with any of your family, and are forced to find shelter in a stable? If Joseph was returning to his roots because of a decree, one would think his roots would also be aware of this decree and would be anticipating the arrival of many kinfolk, perhaps meeting them for the first time. Was Joseph’s family so fractured that he couldn’t connect with a relative? Or was it the fact that they were poor and were being ostracized that made them unwelcome?
You don’t have to be a family-ancestry aficionado to think with a sense of wonder and curiosity about your ancestors. Imagine being able to gather with all your kinfolk at your ancestral home. What would it look like? Maybe it would explain why you have a receding hairline or large ears? But think of all the stories as you traced the history of the gathering?
Unfortunately, homecomings aren’t always joyous events. Families don’t always enjoy a happy history. One could almost say that no family is free from some form of dysfunction or brokenness. Most families seem to deal with this with pretense and denial, keeping silent about the taboos in their midst. Some families are embarrassed to be seen with some of their members. You know why. It would seem to me that a healthy family system needs to be aware of its failures, as well as its successes, whether they are real or imagined, public or private.
I’m not suggesting for a moment that we should spend our Christmas family time hanging our dirty laundry out for all to see. Rather, what I want to suggest is that if we cannot be honest about our families, realizing no one is perfect, then there will be no possibility for us to be family to each other.
I’m suggesting there is some truth to the saying: “Kindness begins at home.” Let me be more emphatic: “Kindness has to begin at home!” The prophet Micah asks “…what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”
And if mercy does not radiate out from family, then what hope is there for us to know what it means to do justice and love kindness in the community?
In other words, if we have become selective within our own families so that either collectively or individually we have come to deem some less deserving of our kindness than others, can we really hope to celebrate the Season that celebrates humanity’s liberation with any integrity?
In these last four months of my graduate theological studies, I have come to appreciate one reason why the Bible continues to inspire people. The Hebrew Scriptures and the New Testament do not gloss over the dysfunction in families. They bear testimony to the importance of having this collective memory I’ve been talking about, where mistakes are admitted and the consequences for forgetting always have sad results. The inspiring part has to do with how the opposite is true: when we remember, then we are compelled to walk humbly with God, act justly and love kindness; and then blessings flow out to the community with a cascading effect.
Which bring me back to why I don’t look forward to Christmas.
Actually, I have several reasons. One is that I see how families find it easier to avoid their black sheep and make them invisible. Regardless of how justified they may feel for doing this, they are the poorer for it.
Another reason has to do with the ease with which we (I include myself) are able to treat strangers like family, but treat family like strangers.
My family is not perfect, and I am not perfect. My divorce a couple of years ago is responsible for much of the difficulty I have with Christmas. Despite our best effort to minimize the pain, there continues to be a sadness that can spiral quickly into a deep funk at this time.
I know I am not alone in this. Many experience a deep sadness over broken family relationships, and compounding this sadness is when we are prevented from giving and receiving grace to and from those we have called father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter, husband or wife.
Is there any hope? I think so, or I wouldn’t be wasting your time with my thoughts. I really want those of us who find Christmases difficult to be able to get through this time of the year, and to come out smiling at the other end. I don’t want to minimize the hurt many of us experience by spooning out a bunch of greeting card platitudes. Instead, I would like to challenge us to do the impossible and perhaps the radical.
To forgive them, and forgive yourself.
Whether you are the protagonist or the antagonist in your family Christmas story, remember this time tested truth: “Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows bountifully will also reap bountifully.”
Our material generosity means nothing in the grand scheme of things. What’s important is that we be generous in kindness, even when we feel bankrupt. And what can happen? Our storehouses will be filled to the top.
Until the age of 58, Lisa Salazar lived a life that was complicated by the fact that she was born male. She envisioned a very private life after her transition in 2008, but her life is anything but private these days. She shares her life journey in her book, Transparently: Behind the Scenes of a Good Life, gives workshops on transgender issues, and is a board member of Canyon Walker Connections.
Her advocacy is directed towards the church. “Whether you like it or not, the church continues to influence politics in both the U.S. and Canada. As long as pulpits continue to spew out misinformation regarding LGB and T issues, the longer it is going to take to see real change happen,” she says.
Follow her blog at lisainbc.blogspot.ca.