Christmas is upon us and here we go again – the anti-Christmas campaign.
This year, a principal in Nebraska recently stirred the pot by outlawing candy canes in school because “historically, the shape is a ‘J’ for Jesus.”
This month, Newsweek carries the story of Eric Sprankle, Psy.D, an associate professor at the Minnesota State University. Spankle writes: “The virgin birth story is about an all-knowing, all-powerful deity impregnating a human teen. There is no definition of consent that would include that scenario. Happy Holidays.”
Aside from the Satanic ornaments on the professor’s Christmas tree, Spankle’s biography includes the lines: “Ave Satana,” or “Hail, Satan.”
A few years ago, billboards appeared across the United States in places like Milwaukee, Nashville, Memphis, St. Louis, and in Arkansas and Texas.
The billboards showed a child wearing a Santa hat with pen in hand, writing a letter to Santa that reads, “Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to skip church. I’m too old for fairy tales.”
It’s a free country, of course. Folks can say what they want. But it is worth noting that you will not find similar attacks in university classrooms on the Jewish festival of Hanukah or the Islamic celebration of Ramadan. But for academics and comedians, it’s always open season on Christianity.
None of this should surprise us. Jesus said it would be this way. Perhaps more troubling is the over-emphasis by nominal Christians on elves and sleigh-rides and the guy at the North Pole to the point where the arrival of God’s Son at Bethlehem is at best a once-a-year footnote in their lives.
As for the loud-mouthed atheists, C.S. Lewis once saw an inscription on a gravestone: “Here lies an atheist …all dressed up and no place to go.” Lewis commented: “I’ll bet he wishes that were true.”
The late Madeline Murray O’Hare was the founder of the American Atheists organization. When they auctioned off her diaries years ago, they found a phrase repeated three different times: “Will somebody somewhere please love me?” Somebody did…down to a lowly stable and all the way to a cross and finally forth from the grave itself. How inexpressibly sad that she did not believe this! To those willing to listen, let us tell such sad souls how much they are loved – and by whom – before time runs out.