Now, what’s the meaning of the season, again?
Ahh, the Christmas cards. As early as last week, they began arriving in droves, wrapped in brightly colored envelopes and embellished with gold and glitter. Almost all of them featured a photo of the sending family on the cover. I never thought much of it until today, when a Jesuit priest called us all out during an editorial spot on NPR.
“How would you like to get a birthday card that had my picture on the front?”
Rev. James Martin suggested that we stop making Christmas cards about us, and put our family and vacation photos inside for a change. Perhaps then we could feature something else on the front like - oh, you know – Christ himself. Despite being buried in landslides of wrapped and bow-tied crap, He’s down there hanging on. All the reverend wanted was to put Christ back on our Christmas cards.
“More Virgin Mary, less Virgin Islands.”
I think he’s on to something.
