Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Ghost of Christmas Past




What do you mean, ‘You became a Christian?!!’  Cried out the father, his face lobster-red.

I mean… I.. I met God… I … I… I fell.. fell in love with  Jesus… I mean… . The young woman’s usual eloquence left her as she scrambled for the right words to clothe her experience, her 'head-on collision' with God-dressed-in-human-flesh of the carpenter from Nazareth.

God?!! Jesus?!! You are out of your mind! Who bewitched you to talk such nonsense?

The young woman has never seen her father this enraged. In fact, she'd never seen him angry, period. 

What she didn't understand was that all this anger, all this rage was just a veneer to cover up her father's deep wounds, to hide his even deeper fear.  She didn’t realize it at the time that with her simple announcement she awakened the old ghost of Christmas past.  To her father, it was as if the-God-who-took-away-the-Christmas-ham came back decades later this time not for the ham, but to take away his daughter.

The man was devastated.

How could this be?!!! What did I do wrong?!!!

They were all happy atheists, unfettered by silly religious notions.  The catchy socialist slogans,

BROTHERHOOD AND UNITY!

ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!

CARING AND SHARING


resonated deeply with the woman’s father who longed for nothing more than the substance expressed in these words.  Both parents were sold out on the idea of the communist ideals. You can call them naïve. You can label them gullible. But when the communist party came into power it was in the aftermath of a brutal war, filling the void left behind… 

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