Friday, December 23, 2005

O, Christmas Tree


"Trees that remain green in the winter have been symbolic of life in the midst of death, and of rebirth, in many cultures. The Christian folk-religious custom of erecting and adorning evergreen trees in the middle of winter was borrowed directly from existing practice, regardless of whether the custom had pagan roots. Some of the existing meaning has been carried over into Christian culture, together with these practices.

"Trees appear with symbolic meaning throughout the Bible: and the Christmas tree alludes to and builds upon this biblical symbolism. From the symbolic tree of knowledge of good and evil, concerning which the Fall of man and the curse of death came, to the tree of life from access to which mankind has been cut off, to the Oak of Mamre which "witnessed" the covenant made with Abraham and the renewal of that covenant with Joshua, to promises concerning the root of Jesse, the Branch, the Messiah, who was hung on a tree to bear the curse, and has been raised up again as a tree of life for the healing of the nations: the Christian story can be told from beginning to end in the symbolic terms of trees.

"To focus on one stream of the development of this late Christian symbol, the Christmas tree symbolizes, in part, the promised "Branch", the Messiah, who must be the "Root of Jesse", the descendant prefigured by Jesse's royal son, David. The tree symbolizes the human geneaology of Jesus and especially his tie to David's royal line through Solomon, which had been perplexingly cut off by God from ever inheriting the throne, after Jeconiah. This connection to the cut-off line is symbolized by the cut-down tree, and is indirectly a symbol of the Son of God. According to Christian tradition, although a descendant of Nathan on his mother's side, Jesus is an heir of Solomon on his supposed father's side. In other words, if Joseph were in fact Jesus's father, then Jesus cannot be the Messiah, because Joseph is descended from Jeconiah, the cut-off line.

"But through his mother, the genealogy of Jesus satisfies the promise of the Messiah in terms of human descent, and this is symbolized by the erect tree. It is an evergreen, because of his eternal origin as God, according to Christian belief. And yet, the tree is also customarily cut down before it is decorated, symbolizing that Jesus is also an heir of the line of Solomon by adoption, through Joseph. So, Christians think that God's word was miraculously fulfilled through the virgin birth, because in that way, the Branch came from the cut-off line of Jesse by adoption, and also by the living line of Jesse. By the birth of Jesus, the promise concerning Jesse's line has been fulfilled, Christians believe, and in this restoration Adam and Eve's line, all mankind, redeemed from futility and death, is symbolized. And that is why the Christmas tree is cut down, but restored erect, evergreen and clothed in light, in symbolic commemoration of the virgin birth."*

*adapted from wikipedia.com

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I miss my girls

I have my mom here, and she's great. I've got two sisters, and they're great. I've also got a Dad, two awesome brothers, and the best boyfriend imaginable. But my sisters are young and my mom is often busy. While I love my family and my boyfriend, I've got an empty spot. I miss talking about girl things. I miss laughing with girls and being at ease with girls and doing things with girls.

I miss talking about chick movies. I miss watching them. I want to see Pride and Prejudice with girls. Afterwards I'd like to talk about it the way only girls can talk about it. None of this breaking apart of the acting and cinematography and lamenting the scenes of lengthy dialogue, but rather digesting the relationships and the story in the way girls do together when not one male is present. Slowly and over a long time, with food to accompany and lots of laughter and intermittent sighs at how cute guys with accents are.

I miss sleepovers and talking L-A-T-E into the night about the nearest and dearest things in my heart and in their hearts. I miss being teased about my boyfriend and teasing other girls too, and then laughing and groaning because boys are so bizarre. The most bizarre things on earth that like to discuss things like politics and video games and movies and computer parts and fighting techniques and music. Instead, I want the conversation to drift over into things like clothes and boys and God and fun and shopping and giggles and hot tea...and heartaches. I miss having conversations that compare nothing at all, conversations that are not veiled debates, and conversations that are completely unimportant yet vital to every girls' heart. I miss my friends.

I love you. See you soon.
Can we have some girl time?

disclaimer to the boys: Don't worry. I love you. I love talking to you. I even love debating with you. But you know how we do...

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Kong your Burger

Anonymous Youngest Child: Well, I think that King Kong is just a pathetic movie. I mean, so a gorilla falls in love with a blonde chick. Like that's supposed to be cool.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Post, Most, Ghost, Host...

We're studying poetry right now. Thought I'd give you a sample of Youngest Child's latest creation. Note: Youngest Child is usually very poetic and writes the most amazing haiku of any 8 year old I know. However, his couplets are a little wacko.

Shakespeare is unclear
because he drank root beer.


I saw a buccaneer,
But he was killed by a cavalier.
But he was killed by a musketeer!
Ahhh! No! He cried.
But he was killed by a mouseketeer,
and he died.

I wrote that one when I was trying to explain ending syllable rhyming. So maybe the wacko poetry is not without cause...

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

nothing worthwhile

I am uninspired tonight.

I am tired, I am sick, I am on medication for being sick that makes me tired.

I think I had a fever because I rejoiced that the mall I entered was air-conditioned in such a manner as I have never rejoiced prior.

They were playing Christmas music in the mall. Have you ever gone into a mall, rejoiced in air-conditioning, and heard the tinkling strains of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" and not been demented? I have. At least, I think I'm not demented.

This post gets filed under the "I feel like I should make a post because I haven't in awhile but really don't feel like writing, can you tell?" category. Yet I make no apologies. None.

*sigh* just shoot me and tell me to go to bed before I hurt myself. Um, wait...