Friday, December 24, 2010

You Better Watch Out

For most very young children, theology and religion is way too abstract to really understand. go to Sunday school, sit with your parents during services, do all the other stuff that goes along with whatever particular sect you're brought up in....but it's not real....not really. It's just what's expected and, being a kid, you go along. What choice do you have?

But there is some rock solid faith. I may have had an iffy concept of God but I had complete certainty of who Santa was and what he was all about. I didn't need a church to bolster my faith and soothe my doubts. I knew!

Let me tell ya why.

Long, long ago, around Christmas time, my parents dragged us to the Sears & Roebuck department store for a dreary day of shopping. Usually, the one highlight to these annual excursions was a chance to sit on Santa's lap and clue him in on what you wanted Christmas morning. This is important stuff for a kid. If Santa doesn't get your order right you might wind up with nothing but new underwear and a couple of shirts. Still...on one particular day....I was terrified at the thought of facing Santa. You see, I had been recently naughty. I don't remember what it was but it had something to do with something happening in the first grade; so I must have been about six years old or something. All I do remember is the fear that I had blown it for myself for Christmas. I was convinced that as soon as I sat on Santa's lap, he would look into my eyes, tell me what I had done, and call security to have me thrown out of the store.

He keeps a list. He knows if you've been bad or good. I was screwed.

Well...despite my Dad ordered me to sit on the man's lap or face a whuppin when he got me home. So I did. I walked up to Santa, sat in his lap, dared not look at his face, and blurted out in a soft mumble "I'm sorry Santa. I was bad but I'll be good from now on".

The man dressed in costume patted me on the head and replied "Santa knows you are a good boy". Then he ho-ho-hoed and handed me a candy cane.

The exquisite joy of being forgiven!

Religion often claims to provide that.....Santa delivered.


Don said...

Religion can bring that to you as well, should your faith, that you had as a child, come back and live within you now.

Merry Christmas!


Dirty Butter said...

Jesus can give you that kind of faith again, and about something far more important.

"Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And He took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them."

Mark 10:15-16 KJV

Jay said...

I see my little parable may have been a bit too subtle.

Doug Stephens said...

Subtle, maybe. But that is a scary pic of Saint Nick.

I got the point. Forgiveness. Just like in religious belief. Just the right amount of subtle, actually.

Funny thing, believing in Santa actually threw me off on my belief in God when it turned out the main in the red suit was a phony.

Maybe I will get over it one day.