This week I stepped into a local pharmacy which also stands in as a consumer- culture-consumed-with-consumables portal. I was there to pick up a prescription and as I left, I noticed that there were some Santas sitting in chairs with large tags on them that said, “75% off.” I wondered, is that the mark-up on these products then during season?
If your spirituality is pegged to a season like a Winter cold or Spring allergy then by all means, get yourself to a nunnery. Well, that’s Hamlet. You at least might consider that a spirituality marked up by 75% in season just might not be worth very much when the day arrives that you need something long-lasting and dependable in season and out.
This is not to say that Christianity (or Judaism) is unaware of seasons. Read Ecclesiastes chapter three. Wise is the person who knows what season they reside in. The sense of time in the bible that speaks to seasons, as in when the harvest is ready to be harvested, is replete throughout the scriptures. The sense of a Santa on sale for 75% is similar to the prophetic annunciation that life is like the grass of a field. It withers. Generations come and go.
I stopped in a local café and ordered up a “skinny peppermint mocha” since I know the time is rapidly approaching when these won’t be served. The café will move onto other “seasonal merchandise.” It’s okay to enjoy such seasons. But for your life, for the journey into the sacred and holy, the season of God’s love that knows no end, that rock of Christ upon which the Church is built, that dear reader, is a far better thing.
This coming Sunday is the first Sunday of 2014. It is, however, thousands of Sundays recurring through millennia ever to remind us that Christ is the Light of the world. Bring your little light into the sanctuary. I’ll bring mine. Others will bring theirs and we shall begin this year illuminated and full of the joy of God’s everlasting kingdom. Grace and Peace to you and all whom you love. ~PSTR