A Trustworthy Christmas: Behind the Post

I often find myself stuck between two extremes in our religious culture. Either 1) take the Bible literally and thereby ignore much of what modern disciples – whether science or history or others – have taught us about the way the world works. Or 2) dismiss the Bible entirely because it doesn’t always conform to what we’ve learned about the world and thereby ignore the wisdom of our faith.

I don’t think I’m alone feeling this bind. I think, in fact, that lots of faithful Christians want an alternative to the false dichotomy of faith or reason, head or heart, fundamentalist Christianity or outright atheism.

Much of our dilemma stems from a rather shallow understanding of truth. If truth can only be understood as factual accuracy, then when it comes to the Bible you’ve pretty much got only two choices. 1) Assume that because the Bible is at points not factually accurate that it must not be true (the path taken by most atheists). Or 2) assume that because you know the Bible is true it must be factually accurate (the road traveled by fundamentalists who therefore come up with all kinds of ingenious, if a little crazy, means by which to reconcile the various differences and discrepancies of Scripture).

But I think there is an alternative to these choices, one that moves beyond such a narrow understanding of truth to imagine that truth, ultimately, is bigger than facts. Don’t get me wrong — it’s not that I think facts are bad. When I take my car to be repaired, I want the mechanic to have a firm grasp of automotive facts. But some parts of life – the value of freedom, the importance of love, the meaning of life – are just too big to reduce to facts that can be proved or disproved in a laboratory.

These kinds of things – and I’d confess I think these are the really important things in life – call not just for rational assent but belief, faith, and commitment. And I think that’s what the Bible, finally, is about – not mere religious facts but rather huge truths about God, the world, and our life with each other.

So in recent years more and more of my writing has been given over to working out this alternative view of the Bible and our life of faith. Making Sense of Scripture has been the longest work along those lines, but a lot of the shorter pieces I’ve written lately follow the same path. Most recently, I wrote a piece for the Huffington Post last week juxtaposing the live nativity one of the churches in Newtown CT held a day after the shootings there with the recent and relentless ad campaigns promoted by atheists challenging Christianity on the basis of a Christmas story with various inconsistencies. Are our choices really an unthinking embrace of all the details of the story or abject rejection of it? Or might we imagine this story as telling the truth about our life in this world, a truth that is essential to hear at times when, as in Newtown, it feels like the whole world is falling apart? (You can probably guess where I come out.)

It’s a fairly short piece, and if you have the time, I’d invite you to read it at the Huffington Post. I’ll put the first few paragraphs below and a link to the article. Blessed Christmas.

 

Is The Christmas Story Trustworthy?

They’re almost becoming a Christmas tradition. The billboards erected by atheists challenging the Christmas story and Christian faith, I mean. The one in Times Square this year reads, “Keep the Merry” underneath a picture of Santa Claus, and “Dump the Myth” below a statue of a crucified Jesus. Last year it was four pictures – Jesus, Santa, Poseidon, and the devil – with the caption “37 Million Americans know MYTHS when they see them. What myths do you see?” And in 2010, when this particular “tradition” seems to have first gained steam, it was a picture of the nativity with the banner spread below that read, “You know it’s a MYTH. This season, celebrate reason.”

I was reminded of that billboard when I heard about the live nativity held this past Saturday at St. Rose of Lima Parish, a Roman Catholic Church in Newtown, Connecticut. St. Rose was open the night before, the evening of the school killings, for a prayer vigil, and while they undoubtedly debated whether to go forward with their plans, they apparently decided that this story should be told in the hope that its telling might bring a measure of comfort and hope to those who most needed it. And so this past Saturday evening, parishioners gathered around a make shift stable, surrounded by various farm animals, to portray the characters of the Christmas story that culminates in the birth of Jesus in a manager with visits from shepherds, wise men, and angels.

If it’s just a myth, I wondered, are they deluding themselves? Or, at the least, are they understandably but unfortunately seeking comfort from a fairy tale? I wonder.

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