Being that I am a Christian myself, most people will find it strange for me to be addressing this subject. But I look for the truth in my beliefs and I want to know what the roots for the holidays that are deemed "Christian" holidays truly are.
I've been working on this blog for about a week now. Looking online for histories and going through old newspapers in the library and reading encyclopedias and text books. I wanted to know that what I was posting on here was predominantly, if not complete, truth. So without further ado, here are the results of my research:
In 1990, the Solon, Ohio school board banned all nativity and other Christmas scenes on any school property, because they felt it violated the separation of church and state. They were challenged in court when outraged parents opposed them, feeling that Christmas was being stolen from their children and the community. The board lost the case! The citizenry had contended that Christmas was a worldwide tradition that was not part of, and transcended, religion. It was deemed to be secular; A part of virtually all cultures worldwide. The court's decision affirmed that Christmas has no Christian roots! However, the court’s opinion also noted that Bible reading and prayer obviously are associated with Christianity. The court concluded that Christmas-keeping and manger scenes could remain because they are not really part of either Christianity or religion. But prayer and Bible reading, which are, must remain excluded from schools.
Nearly all aspects of Christmas observance have their roots in Roman custom and religion. The following admission from The Buffalo News on November 22, 1984:
“The earliest reference to Christmas being marked on December 25 comes from the second century after Jesus’ birth. It is considered likely the first Christmas celebrations were in reaction to the Roman Saturnalia, a harvest festival that marked the winter solstice (the return of the sun) and honored Saturn, the god of sowing. Saturnalia was a rowdy time, much opposed by the more austere leaders among the still-minority Christian sect. Christmas developed, one scholar says, as a means of replacing worship of the sun with worship of the Son. By 529 A.D., after Christianity had become the official state religion of the Roman Empire, Emperor Justinian made Christmas a civic holiday. The celebration of Christmas reached its peak (some would say its worst moments) in the medieval period when it became a time for conspicuous consumption and unequaled revelry.”
There is no mistaking the origin of the modern Christmas celebration. Many additional sources could be cited and we will return to this later. Let’s begin to tie some other facts together.
It was 300 years after Christ before the Roman church kept Christmas, and not until the fifth century that it was mandated to be kept throughout the empire as an official festival honoring “Christ.” The most common justification that one will hear regarding Christmas is that people have replaced old pagan customs and intents by asserting that they are now “focusing on Christ.” I have heard many say that they are “honoring Christ” in their Christmas-keeping. The problem is that God does not say this is acceptable to Him. Keeping Christmas dishonors Christ. We will soon see why.
Christ said, “But in vain they do worship Me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men” (Matt. 15:9). Christmas is not a command of God. It is a tradition of men. Christ continued, “Full well you reject the commandment of God, that you may keep your own tradition” (Mark 7:9). Every year, throughout the world, on December 25th, hundreds of millions do just that.
We will see that God plainly commands, “Follow not the way of the heathen.” But most people do not think that Christmas is doing that, nor do they truly fear God, and He allows us to make our own decisions. Human beings are free moral agents. We are free to obey or disobey God.
Christ was born in the fall of the year. Many have mistakenly believed He was born around the beginning of winter, on December 25th. In the Adam Clarke Commentary, volume 5, page 370, New York edition, it says: “It was custom among Jews to send out their sheep to the deserts about the Passover (early Spring), and bring them home at the commencement of the first rain.” The first rains began in early-to-mid fall. Continuing with this same quote: “During the time they were out, the shepherds watched them night and day. As the first rain began early in the month of March-esvan, which answers to part of our October and November [begins sometime in October], we find that the sheep were kept out in the open country during the whole summer. And as these shepherds had not yet brought home their flocks, it is a presumptive argument that October had not yet commenced, and that, consequently, our Lord was not born on the 25th of December, when no flocks were out in the fields; nor could He have been born later than September, as the flocks were still in the fields by night. On this very ground, the nativity in December should be given up. The feeding of the flocks by night in the fields is a chronological fact.”
Luke 2:8 explains that when Christ was born, “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Note that they were “abiding” in the field. This never happened in December. Both Ezra 10:9-13 ,and Song of Solomon 2:11 show that winter was the rainy season and shepherds could not stay on cold, open fields at night.
Numerous encyclopedias plainly state that Christ was not born on December 25th. The Catholic Encyclopedia directly confirms this. In all likelihood, Christ was born in the fall.
Since we now know that December 25th was nowhere near Christ’s actual birth date, where did the festival associated with this date come from?
Now read this quote under “Christmas”: “In the Roman world the Saturnalia (December 17) was a time of merrymaking and exchanging of gifts. December 25 was also regarded as the birth date of the Iranian mystery god Mithra, the Sun of Righteousness. On the Roman New Year (January 1), houses were decorated with greenery and lights, and gifts were given to children and the poor. To these observances were added the German and Celtic Yule rites when the Teutonic tribes penetrated into Gaul, Britain and central Europe. Food and good fellowship, the Yule log and Yule cakes, greenery and fir trees, gifts and greetings all commemorated different aspects of this festive season. Fires and lights, symbols of warmth and lasting life, have always been associated with the winter festival, both pagan and Christian” (Encyclopedia Britannica, 15th Edit. Vol. II, p. 903).
A final quote about the selection of December 25th as the birth date of Christ comes from an article in The Toronto Star, December 1984, by Alan Edmonds, entitled, “We owe a lot to Druids, Dutch”: “The Reformation cast a blight on Christmas. By then, of course, clever ecclesiastical politicians had adopted the Pagan mid-winter festival as the alleged birth date of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and thrown in a few other Pagan goodies to make their takeover more palatable.”
December 25th was not selected because it was the birth of Christ or because it was even near it. It was selected because it coincided with the idolatrous pagan festival Saturnalia, and this celebration must be carefully examined. In any event, we do not know the exact date of Christ’s birth. While God certainly could have made it known, He chose to hide it from the world’s eyes.
Previous quotes I have posted have brought up the subject of the Saturnalia. Let’s take a closer look at just exactly who Saturn was.
The Saturnalia, of course, celebrated Saturn, the fire god. Saturday derives from the name of this god, as do all the other days of the week from pagan gods; Sun’s day, Moon’s day, Twis’ day, Woden’s day, Thor’s day, Frigga’s day and Saturn’s day. But who was Saturn? He was the god of sowing because heat from the sun was required to allow for planting and growth of crops. He was also worshipped in this dead-of-winter festival so that he would come back and warm the earth again so that spring planting could occur. The planet Saturn was later named after him because, among all of the planets, with its rings and bright red color, it best represented the god of fire.
Virtually every civilization has a fire/sun god. The Egyptians (and sometimes Romans) called him Vulcan. The Greeks named him Kronos, as did the Phoenicians, but they also called him Saturn. The Babylonians called him Tammuz, Molech or Baal, as did the Druids. These were all simply the various names for Nimrod, the infamous biblical rebel of Genesis 10. Nimrod was considered the father of all the Babylonian gods.
Child sacrifice was commonly associated with the worship of the sun or fire god. The following is a quote from The Two Babylons, by Alexander Hislop, page 231:
“Now, this is in exact accordance with the character of the Great Head of the system of fire-worship. Nimrod, as the representative of the devouring fire to which human victims, and especially children, were offered in sacrifice, was regarded as the great child-devourer. He was, of course, the actual father of all the Babylonian gods, and, therefore, in that character he was afterwards universally regarded. As the Father of the gods, he was, as we have seen, called Kronos; and every one knows that the classical story of Kronos was just this, that, ‘he devoured his sons as soon as they were born.’ This legend has a further and deeper meaning, but, as applied to Nimrod, or ‘The Horned One,’ it just refers to the fact, that, as the representative of Moloch or Baal, infants were the most acceptable offerings at his altar. We have ample and melancholy evidence on this subject from the records of antiquity. ‘The Phoenicians,’ says Eusebius, ‘every year sacrificed their beloved and only-begotten children to Kronos or Saturn.’”
What about Santa? Where does he fit in in all of this?
Some years ago, a priest in New Jersey told his Sunday school class that Santa was a myth. The outrage from parents and his supervisors was swift. He had “killed Santa!” He had “destroyed family tradition!” He had “usurped family authority,” the article continued. He was officially censored by his superiors for being “overzealous and insensitive.” His crime? He told the truth.
According to Langer’s Encyclopedia of World History, (article “Santa”), “Santa” was a common name for Nimrod throughout Asia Minor. This was also the same fire god who came down the chimneys of the ancient pagans and the same fire god to whom infants were burned and eaten in human sacrifice among those who were once God’s people.
Today Santa Claus comes from “Saint Nicholas.” Washington Irving, in 1809, is responsible for remaking the original old, stern bishop of this same name into the new “jolly St. Nick” in his Knickerbocker History of New York. ::Side note - Most of the rest of America’s Christmas traditions are even more recent than this.:: “Old Nick” has long been recognized as a term for the devil.
In Revelation 2:6 and 15, we read about a “doctrine of the Nicolaitanes,” which Christ twice tells His Church “[He] hates.” Let’s analyze the word Nicolaitane. It means “follower of Nicholas.” Nikos means “conqueror, destroyer.” Laos means, “people.” Nicolaitanes, then, are people who follow the conqueror or destroyer... Nimrod. If you have believed that following Christmas is an innocent Christian custom, let this truth sink in for a second.
I have 3 more points to address and then my shredding of the holiday spirit will be concluded. Bare with me for a few more paragraphs, folks!!
Let's talk gift exchanges... Merchants regularly report that over 60% of their annual retail sales occur during the Christmas shopping season. This represents a tremendous amount of gift buying. Most today believe that gift-giving comes from the Bible example of the “three wise men” (the Bible gives no number) presenting gifts to Christ. Is this true? Where did exchanging gifts come from, and what does God’s Word say about it?
Like every other aspect of Christmas, the shocking truth is that even this supposed Christian custom does not come from the Bible. It is an irony that people love to believe they are following the custom of the wise men giving to Christ, when actually they are giving almost exclusively to each other and Christ is completely forgotten.
The Bible actually teaches that Christians should not keep birthdays. Numerous scriptures make this principle clear. However, what if you went to a birthday party that had been prepared for you and everybody gave gifts to each other and you were left out? The idea is ridiculous, and if this happened, you would say that people were being selfish and forgetting you. In fact, most people give to others on Christmas merely because they expect to receive gifts themselves.
Let’s briefly return to the “wise men” who gave gifts to Christ. The scripture describing this is Matthew 2:1-11: “Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, Where is He that is born King of the Jews? And when they were come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down, and worshipped Him, and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto Him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.”
It is commonly supposed that these were birthday presents for baby Jesus. But is this what the Bible actually says? No. First, it is important to note that they did give the gifts to Jesus. They did not stand in His presence and exchange gifts among themselves or give them to others. The gifts were “presented unto Him.” Also, they arrived well after His “birthday.” This is another reason these could not have been “birthday presents.”
A long-standing, ancient custom of the East was to present gifts when coming before a king. These men understood they were in the presence of the “King of the Jews.” The Bible carries many examples of people sending gifts to kings or presenting them upon arrival into their presence. This custom is common today when ambassadors or others come into the presence of a world leader.
Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!! My blog wouldn't be complete without Christmas trees! The modern Christmas tree originated in Germany. But the Germans got it from the Romans, who got it from the Babylonians and the Egyptians.
The following quote demonstrates what the Babylonians believe about the origin of the Christmas tree: “An old Babylonish fable told of an evergreen tree which sprang out of a dead tree stump. The old stump symbolized the dead Nimrod, the new evergreen tree symbolized that Nimrod had come to life again in Tammuz. Among the Druids the oak was sacred, among the Egyptians it was the palm, and in Rome it was the fir, which was decorated with red berries during the Saturnalia.” (Walsh, Curiosities of Popular Customs, p. 242).
The Christmas tree is from Egypt, and its origin dates from a period long before to the Christian Era. Any questions?
All that has brought me to the final point: Holly wreaths, Yule logs, and mistletoe. Can't have Christmas without any of that!
European pagans brought holly sprays into their homes, offering them to the fairy people of the forests as refuge from the harsh winter weather. During the Saturnalia, the Roman winter festival, branches of holly were exchanged as tokens of friendship. The earliest Roman Christians apparently used holly as a decoration at the Christmas season.
There are dozens of types of holly. Virtually all of them come in male and female varieties, such as “Blue Prince and Blue Princess” or “Blue Boy and Blue Girl” or “China Boy and China Girl.” Female holly plants cannot have berries unless a nearby male plant pollinates them. It is easy to see why the holly wreath found its way into pagan rituals as a token of friendship and fertility.
Christmas is incomplete to many unless it involves “kissing under the mistletoe.” This also pagan custom was natural on a night that involved much revelry during what were drunken sex orgies. Just like Christmas today, this “kissing” usually occurred at the beginning of the Saturnalia celebration. Mistletoe was considered to have special powers of healing for those who “reveled” under it. Think about that the next time your sweetheart says "Meet me under the mistletoe"!
Like mistletoe, holly berries were also thought to be sacred to the sun god. The original “sun log” came to be called the yule log. “Yule” simply means “wheel,” which has long been a pagan representation of the sun. No wonder people today commonly speak of the “sacred yule-tide season.” This also explains the round wafer offered at mass to billions through the ages.
Some of these facts are sad, and some disturbing. As a Christian, I must admit that my findings shocked me some. But then I thought... What really is the reason for the season? Obviously it isn't the birth of Christ. Then I figured it out. It's family. All over the world families come together for perhaps the only time during the year. They eat, exchange gifts, sing, laugh, dance, and catch up with each other. the reason for the season is family. And it is the reason that (heathen practice or not) I will continue to keep Christmas. I still think it is a loving time of year, no matter if you're Christian like me, Pagan like my friend Lex, or atheist like my best friend and brother, who recently has started to open my eyes to what atheism REALLY is. :)
So to all my friends, no matter what you believe and how you celebrate the day, I wish you all
Scooter Out.
One Woman's View of The World, Life, Love, and Acceptance.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Alcohol
Alcohol can be many things to many people. To me, it's something evil. Something to be avoided and feared. In my house when the words "s/he's drinking" are spoken, it means that it's time to start worrying. Praying. Calling. Searching. And occasionally taking a trip to the hospital.
I've grown up understanding that my uncles were alcoholics and they cycled from sober to not sober every few years or so. That was okay and far away from me until my mom and my Uncle Mark got closer and I was nominated to move in and care for his 17 year old daughter while he was in rehab...again. That wasn't so bad. Movies on the sofa and take out every night was actually kinda cool. Till it surfaced that my lovely little Rachel who used to look up to me when she was a child also drinks. Most 17 year olds do these days. But when your father is an alcoholic and in rehab, you don't need to be going to a party, getting smashed, busted by the cops, then turning up in the middle of the night banging on the windows because you left your purse behind in your rush to not get arrested. But that's just my opinion.
My Uncle Tim was kinda always on the fringes of the family. Going months or years without speaking to anyone because of some trite thing like books that went missing or the fact that he was ashamed that he, yet again, fell off the wagon and was pouring liquor down his throat as fast as he could swallow it. So his drinking still hasn't really affected me too much. I doubt it will.
But there is one person...one man...who's drinking affects me every day of my life. My step-dad. I call him dad, predominantly because he's been around since I was 4 or 5. He's raised me as his own, and he's a good man. Until he drinks. When he does, his demeanor changes from a laughing, loving, and silly individual to a cold, bitter man looking to pick a fight. Usually with me. Not sure why. I suppose because my temper won't allow me to be called a selfish bitch and a waste of space without screaming back. Until I get so mad that I start crying. Then he's one and he can scream and holler and call me anything he likes and make fun of me for crying, or whatever else he thinks of, and I let it go because I can't speak when I'm having hysterics. I don't actually know anyone who can.
So, with every insult that flies, I take it in. Take it to heart. So I've grown up believing that I was everything from a fat, ugly, selfish bitch to a waste of space. You may be wondering at this point where my mom is in all of this. The answer is, it varies. Sometimes she's working, thought not anymore because she's disabled, but that was usually the case when the really bad fights would happen. Lately, she's either sitting and saying nothing, or also shouting at me. It depends on what the argument is about. If it's about money then she's on his side. Always. No matter how intoxicated he is, if the fight is over how much money I do or don't give them, she is ALWAYS on his side. That's just the way things are. In all honesty, I'd rather her be shouting at me right along with him then just sitting and letting it happen. Cause when she sits and lets it happen, I later get a "stern talking to" about my tone or my attitude or what I said or what I did. It's always my fault. That's just the way things are.
Back when mom was working evenings, things started out okay. Me and my step-dad have a similar taste in movies and TV and we would occasionally sneak some Chinese take out into the mix. But then something changed. I'm really not sure what. But he started drinking more. Then the fights started. It was always my fault. I said something wrong or did something wrong or didn't do something the right way or at the right time or some kind of trite thing that really didn't matter to anyone but an intoxicated man. But there is one fight that sticks out in my mind more than all the rest.
It was winter. I was 16. We had this old piece of crap dinosaur for a computer in our spare bedroom. I was in on it working on a paper for school. Now, this old piece of crap dinosaur computer has a very odd system quirk. When you were typing a document and wanted to print, sometime Microsoft Word would close automatically when you hit the print button. About half the time your paper wouldn't print, you wouldn't be able to retrieve the document, and you'd have to start all over. Particularly annoying when you have to fight the Civil War in ten pages due the next morning and it's 11:30 at night. But anyways, the system quirked that night. Just as my step-dad was walking in the spare bedroom door. Very, very drunk. Microsoft Word closed, the document didn't print, and I couldn't retrieve it. That was all the "proof" he needed that I was doing something wrong.
He started shouting. I ignored him and started typing my paper all over again. Bad idea. He grabbed the back of the chair I was sitting in and pulled it down until the chair tipped backwards. I stood up and asked him if he was insane, that he could have seriously hurt me. For the very first time, he raised his hand. I distinctly remember saying "Do it. Hit me. See how fast I call the police." More than anything I remember this: He smiled. He smiled a big grin at me and said "Ooooohhhh. So you're going to call the police on me now? Well, here. Let me get the phone for you." Then he walked out of the room. He said that in a very calm and evil tone.
As soon as he was out of the room, I slammed the door so hard I knocked pictures off the wall. I locked the door and grabbed my cell phone. To this day I still really don't know if I was calling my mom or the police. Either way, I never made the call. He kicked the door in and swung. I ducked and took off down the hall to my room. I slammed the door. Locked it. Pushed my dresser in front of it. Grabbed my backpack. Packed. I didn't even think about clothes or a toothbrush. I shoved all my schoolbooks and papers, minus the report I was typing that I don't think ever got finished, into my backpack, moved the dresser aside, and walked to the living room where he was waiting.
He asked me where the hell I thought I was going. I said I was leaving. He grabbed my backpack and tried to snatch it off me, or snatch me backwards. I'm really not sure which. He told me I wasn't going anywhere. My response still astounds me. I looked him dead in the eye and said "Watch me". Then I opened the front door and left. I didn't go home until the next day when I had to get my mom to come pick me up from school because I kept having panic attacks.
The really fun thing about that night was... I was blamed. Everything was my fault. I was grounded for a while. Not really sure how long. The spare bedroom door still has a long crack in it where my step-dad kicked it in. In my fit of door slamming I at some point knocked a clock off the wall. One corner of it still remains damaged and the glass missing a chunk. The scars I carved into my arm with a razor blade in a friends bathroom that night have faded to almost nothing. But the damage was done. I don't trust many people. I don't trust men at all, except 3. Jack, Cody, and my dad. My real dad. Not my step-dad. I won't trust him as far as I can throw him.
As a result of a great many incidents like this, I am terrified of drunk people. And I mean terrified. I'm not sure if there is a name for the phobia of drunk people. But if there is, then that's the word that describes me. I've also had a therapist or two tell me that he's most likely the reason why I'm attracted to women. I'm not really sure about that. True or false, it's there.
So what is alcohol? Is it good? Bad? Something to be enjoyed? Feared? Embraced? Avoided? It all depends on the person. As for me, yea. I drink. Rarely. I have never been drunk. I don't plan on ever letting myself go that far. I have a very tight control on that aspect of my life. I refuse to be like the man who has made me fear people so.
What is alcohol to you?
Scooter Out.
I've grown up understanding that my uncles were alcoholics and they cycled from sober to not sober every few years or so. That was okay and far away from me until my mom and my Uncle Mark got closer and I was nominated to move in and care for his 17 year old daughter while he was in rehab...again. That wasn't so bad. Movies on the sofa and take out every night was actually kinda cool. Till it surfaced that my lovely little Rachel who used to look up to me when she was a child also drinks. Most 17 year olds do these days. But when your father is an alcoholic and in rehab, you don't need to be going to a party, getting smashed, busted by the cops, then turning up in the middle of the night banging on the windows because you left your purse behind in your rush to not get arrested. But that's just my opinion.
My Uncle Tim was kinda always on the fringes of the family. Going months or years without speaking to anyone because of some trite thing like books that went missing or the fact that he was ashamed that he, yet again, fell off the wagon and was pouring liquor down his throat as fast as he could swallow it. So his drinking still hasn't really affected me too much. I doubt it will.
But there is one person...one man...who's drinking affects me every day of my life. My step-dad. I call him dad, predominantly because he's been around since I was 4 or 5. He's raised me as his own, and he's a good man. Until he drinks. When he does, his demeanor changes from a laughing, loving, and silly individual to a cold, bitter man looking to pick a fight. Usually with me. Not sure why. I suppose because my temper won't allow me to be called a selfish bitch and a waste of space without screaming back. Until I get so mad that I start crying. Then he's one and he can scream and holler and call me anything he likes and make fun of me for crying, or whatever else he thinks of, and I let it go because I can't speak when I'm having hysterics. I don't actually know anyone who can.
So, with every insult that flies, I take it in. Take it to heart. So I've grown up believing that I was everything from a fat, ugly, selfish bitch to a waste of space. You may be wondering at this point where my mom is in all of this. The answer is, it varies. Sometimes she's working, thought not anymore because she's disabled, but that was usually the case when the really bad fights would happen. Lately, she's either sitting and saying nothing, or also shouting at me. It depends on what the argument is about. If it's about money then she's on his side. Always. No matter how intoxicated he is, if the fight is over how much money I do or don't give them, she is ALWAYS on his side. That's just the way things are. In all honesty, I'd rather her be shouting at me right along with him then just sitting and letting it happen. Cause when she sits and lets it happen, I later get a "stern talking to" about my tone or my attitude or what I said or what I did. It's always my fault. That's just the way things are.
Back when mom was working evenings, things started out okay. Me and my step-dad have a similar taste in movies and TV and we would occasionally sneak some Chinese take out into the mix. But then something changed. I'm really not sure what. But he started drinking more. Then the fights started. It was always my fault. I said something wrong or did something wrong or didn't do something the right way or at the right time or some kind of trite thing that really didn't matter to anyone but an intoxicated man. But there is one fight that sticks out in my mind more than all the rest.
It was winter. I was 16. We had this old piece of crap dinosaur for a computer in our spare bedroom. I was in on it working on a paper for school. Now, this old piece of crap dinosaur computer has a very odd system quirk. When you were typing a document and wanted to print, sometime Microsoft Word would close automatically when you hit the print button. About half the time your paper wouldn't print, you wouldn't be able to retrieve the document, and you'd have to start all over. Particularly annoying when you have to fight the Civil War in ten pages due the next morning and it's 11:30 at night. But anyways, the system quirked that night. Just as my step-dad was walking in the spare bedroom door. Very, very drunk. Microsoft Word closed, the document didn't print, and I couldn't retrieve it. That was all the "proof" he needed that I was doing something wrong.
He started shouting. I ignored him and started typing my paper all over again. Bad idea. He grabbed the back of the chair I was sitting in and pulled it down until the chair tipped backwards. I stood up and asked him if he was insane, that he could have seriously hurt me. For the very first time, he raised his hand. I distinctly remember saying "Do it. Hit me. See how fast I call the police." More than anything I remember this: He smiled. He smiled a big grin at me and said "Ooooohhhh. So you're going to call the police on me now? Well, here. Let me get the phone for you." Then he walked out of the room. He said that in a very calm and evil tone.
As soon as he was out of the room, I slammed the door so hard I knocked pictures off the wall. I locked the door and grabbed my cell phone. To this day I still really don't know if I was calling my mom or the police. Either way, I never made the call. He kicked the door in and swung. I ducked and took off down the hall to my room. I slammed the door. Locked it. Pushed my dresser in front of it. Grabbed my backpack. Packed. I didn't even think about clothes or a toothbrush. I shoved all my schoolbooks and papers, minus the report I was typing that I don't think ever got finished, into my backpack, moved the dresser aside, and walked to the living room where he was waiting.
He asked me where the hell I thought I was going. I said I was leaving. He grabbed my backpack and tried to snatch it off me, or snatch me backwards. I'm really not sure which. He told me I wasn't going anywhere. My response still astounds me. I looked him dead in the eye and said "Watch me". Then I opened the front door and left. I didn't go home until the next day when I had to get my mom to come pick me up from school because I kept having panic attacks.
The really fun thing about that night was... I was blamed. Everything was my fault. I was grounded for a while. Not really sure how long. The spare bedroom door still has a long crack in it where my step-dad kicked it in. In my fit of door slamming I at some point knocked a clock off the wall. One corner of it still remains damaged and the glass missing a chunk. The scars I carved into my arm with a razor blade in a friends bathroom that night have faded to almost nothing. But the damage was done. I don't trust many people. I don't trust men at all, except 3. Jack, Cody, and my dad. My real dad. Not my step-dad. I won't trust him as far as I can throw him.
As a result of a great many incidents like this, I am terrified of drunk people. And I mean terrified. I'm not sure if there is a name for the phobia of drunk people. But if there is, then that's the word that describes me. I've also had a therapist or two tell me that he's most likely the reason why I'm attracted to women. I'm not really sure about that. True or false, it's there.
So what is alcohol? Is it good? Bad? Something to be enjoyed? Feared? Embraced? Avoided? It all depends on the person. As for me, yea. I drink. Rarely. I have never been drunk. I don't plan on ever letting myself go that far. I have a very tight control on that aspect of my life. I refuse to be like the man who has made me fear people so.
What is alcohol to you?
Scooter Out.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Ode To The Christmas Sweater
Dear Christmas sweater,
I saw you at the department store, in all your knitted glory.
Your polyester blends called to me like a siren.
You wrapped me up in your warm and fuzzy sleeves.
And our secret love affair began.
I thought of my family who may desire such a fine, luxurious sweater.
My parents, of course.
And my gay cousin Todd.
My in-laws, as always
And my Uncle Mac and Aunt Bob.
My brothers all need one
And my big sisters, too.
Redneck Uncle Bubba needs a sweater without sleeves
And schizophrenic cousin Raymond needs on that will leave all his voices pleased.
I suppose I should think of my crazy friend Larry, too.
But, my fine Christmas sweater, the best couple will be me and you.
I'll get a different one for each of the 12 Days,
And I'll get one for the office party and leave all my co-workers amazed.
I'll find one that represents the animal I like best
And I'll find another that splays my favorite bird across my chest.
I'll find a super special one to wear while watching "The Grinch"
And I'll even get a snowman one to wear if I'm in a pinch.
I'll get one for my doggie
And for an unseasonably warm day.
And the last one I will get will make the reindeer say "HOORAY!"
But I'll save my favorite favorite one for the day right after festivities,
Because the one my grandma gave me is truly the best of these!!
Happy Holidays!
Scooter Out.
Symbology Behind The 12 Days Of Christmas
Since I have already used the popular Christmas carol "The 12 Days Of Christmas" to calculate the cost of love during the holiday season, I decided to dig a bit deeper into this lovely and expensive song.
For many years, people have sung this song as a silly Christmas song, and it has also been used as a children's memory game. But somewhere along the line some symbolist decided to sit down and force Christianity upon it (much like the crusaders). As a result, we have been told that there is hidden meaning behind each of the items given on the 12 days. Let's take a look!
Our partridge in a pear tree is supposed to symbolize Jesus Christ Himself. In the song, Christ is symbolically presented as a mother partridge that feigns injury to decoy predators from her helpless nestlings.
The 2 turtle doves symbolize the Old and New Testaments, which together bear witness to God's self-revelation in history and the creation of a people to tell the Story of God to the world.
The 3 French hens (which due to the spread of avian flu and restrictions on bringing poultry into the United States getting a true French hen is virtually impossible) are said to symbolize the Three Theological Virtues, which are faith, hope, and love.
Four calling birds is actually a misconception. The original lyrics penned back in the 1700's actually state "Four collie birds. Upon further Goggleing I found out that collie birds are black birds. So, our four black birds symbolize the Four Gospels which are Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
Ah, the five golden rings. What woman wouldn't want that, right? But these are just plain gold bands. And since "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend", we gather that not many women would like these. Stereotypically, that is. The five golden rings are said to bear reference to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, known as the Torah or the Pentateuch. For those of you who don't know, these books are Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy. These books give us the history of humanity's sinful failure and God's response of grace in the creation of a people to be a light to the world.
I can't imagine what six geese (laying or not) has to do with the Bible. But, from what I read, (and my step-father FIRMLY believes that if it's printed in a magazine it HAS to be true) the six geese a-laying symbolizes The six days of creation that confesses God as Creator and Sustainer of the world. Well... bully for the geese, then.
Seven swans. Hmmm.... Seven swans...... OH!!! I've got it! The seven swans (must they be swimming?) must represent the Seven Gifts of The Holy Spirit, which are prophesy, ministry, teaching, exhortation, giving, leading, and compassion. Call me crazy, but I've been told that there were more Spiritual Gifts than that... Oh well.
I hope you like milk! Because eight maids a-milking will probably produce a whole butt-load of milk. Just saying... Our eight maids symbolize the eight Beatitudes: 1) Blessed are the poor in spirit, 2) those who mourn, 3) the meek, 4) those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, 5) the merciful, 6) the pure in heart, 7) the peacemakers, 8) those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake. (Matthew 5:3-10) That's all I have to say about that.
Nine ladies dancing must be a mistake. In the 1700's dancing ladies were often looked upon as dirty and sinful. In today's society, I can drive about 3 miles down the road and find a club that specializes in dancing ladies. But, as it stands, our nine dancers represent the nine Fruits of the the Spirit, which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I find the self-control to be a bit ironically symbolized by a dancing lady...
Ten leaping lords symbolize the Ten Commandments. Just to keep things educational, the Ten Commandments are: 1) You shall have no other gods before Me; 2) Do not make an idol; 3) Do not take God's name in vain; 4) Remember the Sabbath Day; 5) Honor your father and mother; 6) Do not murder; 7) Do not commit adultery; 8) Do not steal; 9) Do not bear false witness; 10) Do not covet. Hey, if you don't believe me, check your Bibles! I believe these leapers can be found in Exodus 20.
Eleven pipers (which contrary to popular belief are actually bagpipe players, not flute players) piping away represent the eleven (yes I know there were actually twelve) Apostles that were FAITHFUL to Jesus. The list does not include the twelfth disciple, Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus to the religious leaders and the Romans. For those of you who care to know, the other eleven were Simon Peter, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James bar Alphaeus, Simon the Zealot, Judas bar James.
And at long last we come to our twelve drummers. Oh, drummers, of what symbol do you drum? The twelve drummers drumming are said to represent the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostles' Creed: 1) I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. 2) I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. 3) He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. 4) He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell [the grave]. 5) On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. 6) He will come again to judge the living and the dead. 7) I believe in the Holy Spirit, 8) the holy catholic Church, 9) the communion of saints, 10) the forgiveness of sins, 11) the resurrection of the body, 12) and life everlasting.
Now, personally, I'm not entirely sure I believe all this. Primarily because during the time period in which "The 12 Days of Christmas" was written, Catholicism was the primary religion in Europe. But, hey, whatever makes people feel warm and fuzzy inside when the trek through the snow to go caroling this year.
Scooter Out.
For many years, people have sung this song as a silly Christmas song, and it has also been used as a children's memory game. But somewhere along the line some symbolist decided to sit down and force Christianity upon it (much like the crusaders). As a result, we have been told that there is hidden meaning behind each of the items given on the 12 days. Let's take a look!
Our partridge in a pear tree is supposed to symbolize Jesus Christ Himself. In the song, Christ is symbolically presented as a mother partridge that feigns injury to decoy predators from her helpless nestlings.
The 2 turtle doves symbolize the Old and New Testaments, which together bear witness to God's self-revelation in history and the creation of a people to tell the Story of God to the world.
The 3 French hens (which due to the spread of avian flu and restrictions on bringing poultry into the United States getting a true French hen is virtually impossible) are said to symbolize the Three Theological Virtues, which are faith, hope, and love.
Four calling birds is actually a misconception. The original lyrics penned back in the 1700's actually state "Four collie birds. Upon further Goggleing I found out that collie birds are black birds. So, our four black birds symbolize the Four Gospels which are Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
Ah, the five golden rings. What woman wouldn't want that, right? But these are just plain gold bands. And since "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend", we gather that not many women would like these. Stereotypically, that is. The five golden rings are said to bear reference to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, known as the Torah or the Pentateuch. For those of you who don't know, these books are Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy. These books give us the history of humanity's sinful failure and God's response of grace in the creation of a people to be a light to the world.
I can't imagine what six geese (laying or not) has to do with the Bible. But, from what I read, (and my step-father FIRMLY believes that if it's printed in a magazine it HAS to be true) the six geese a-laying symbolizes The six days of creation that confesses God as Creator and Sustainer of the world. Well... bully for the geese, then.
Seven swans. Hmmm.... Seven swans...... OH!!! I've got it! The seven swans (must they be swimming?) must represent the Seven Gifts of The Holy Spirit, which are prophesy, ministry, teaching, exhortation, giving, leading, and compassion. Call me crazy, but I've been told that there were more Spiritual Gifts than that... Oh well.
I hope you like milk! Because eight maids a-milking will probably produce a whole butt-load of milk. Just saying... Our eight maids symbolize the eight Beatitudes: 1) Blessed are the poor in spirit, 2) those who mourn, 3) the meek, 4) those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, 5) the merciful, 6) the pure in heart, 7) the peacemakers, 8) those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake. (Matthew 5:3-10) That's all I have to say about that.
Nine ladies dancing must be a mistake. In the 1700's dancing ladies were often looked upon as dirty and sinful. In today's society, I can drive about 3 miles down the road and find a club that specializes in dancing ladies. But, as it stands, our nine dancers represent the nine Fruits of the the Spirit, which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I find the self-control to be a bit ironically symbolized by a dancing lady...
Ten leaping lords symbolize the Ten Commandments. Just to keep things educational, the Ten Commandments are: 1) You shall have no other gods before Me; 2) Do not make an idol; 3) Do not take God's name in vain; 4) Remember the Sabbath Day; 5) Honor your father and mother; 6) Do not murder; 7) Do not commit adultery; 8) Do not steal; 9) Do not bear false witness; 10) Do not covet. Hey, if you don't believe me, check your Bibles! I believe these leapers can be found in Exodus 20.
Eleven pipers (which contrary to popular belief are actually bagpipe players, not flute players) piping away represent the eleven (yes I know there were actually twelve) Apostles that were FAITHFUL to Jesus. The list does not include the twelfth disciple, Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus to the religious leaders and the Romans. For those of you who care to know, the other eleven were Simon Peter, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James bar Alphaeus, Simon the Zealot, Judas bar James.
And at long last we come to our twelve drummers. Oh, drummers, of what symbol do you drum? The twelve drummers drumming are said to represent the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostles' Creed: 1) I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. 2) I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. 3) He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. 4) He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell [the grave]. 5) On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. 6) He will come again to judge the living and the dead. 7) I believe in the Holy Spirit, 8) the holy catholic Church, 9) the communion of saints, 10) the forgiveness of sins, 11) the resurrection of the body, 12) and life everlasting.
Now, personally, I'm not entirely sure I believe all this. Primarily because during the time period in which "The 12 Days of Christmas" was written, Catholicism was the primary religion in Europe. But, hey, whatever makes people feel warm and fuzzy inside when the trek through the snow to go caroling this year.
Scooter Out.
The Cost Of Love This Holiday Season
Have you ever heard someone say "love is free"? I know I have! In fact, I believe it was J-Lo who made a few million dollars with her hit song "My Love Don't Cost A Thing". Well, in light of the holiday season being in it's full, over-commercialized, swing, let's take a seasonal look at the cost of True Love.
9 ladies dancing (total: 36. cost: $25,175.88)
Add all that up and you get a whopping 364 items that total out to cost you $104,439.69!!!
The total cost of the 12 Days of Christmas is 2.8 times the average yearly income for American families. Oh, and did I mention that your 12 drummers, 22 pipers, 30 leapers, 36 dancers, and 40 milkers will only work or perform for you for an hour each? You want them longer, time to shovel out more cash. Also, this would be purchasing all these items over the counter. Order them off the Internet and your total will rise dramatically, mostly due to the cost of shipping live animals.
My suggestion to you would be to hug the ones you love this holiday season. When they ask where their gift is, smile and say "My love don't cost a thing." And when your children ask if true love costs anything, you can proudly and accurately tell them to start saving now!
Oh, and your Great Aunt Marge who always demands a Christmas gift has probably made you file bankruptcy. So... make sure you're in the will.
The 12 Days of Christmas:
My true love gave to me:
12 drummers drumming (total: 12. cost: $2551.92)
11 pipers piping (total: 22. cost: $4,712.40)
10 lords a-leaping (total: 30. cost: $14,300.10)
9 ladies dancing (total: 36. cost: $25,175.88)
8 maids a-milking (total: 40. cost: $2,320.00)
7 swans a-swimming (total: 42. cost: $39,186.27)
6 geese a-laying (total: 42. cost: $1,050.00)
5 golden rings (total: 40. cost: $5,199.60)
4 calling birds (total: 36. cost: $5,399.64)
3 French hens (total: 30. cost: $1,500.00)
2 turtle doves (total: 22. cost: $1,100.00)
And a partridge in a pear tree (total: 12. cost: $1,943.88)
Add all that up and you get a whopping 364 items that total out to cost you $104,439.69!!!
The total cost of the 12 Days of Christmas is 2.8 times the average yearly income for American families. Oh, and did I mention that your 12 drummers, 22 pipers, 30 leapers, 36 dancers, and 40 milkers will only work or perform for you for an hour each? You want them longer, time to shovel out more cash. Also, this would be purchasing all these items over the counter. Order them off the Internet and your total will rise dramatically, mostly due to the cost of shipping live animals.
My suggestion to you would be to hug the ones you love this holiday season. When they ask where their gift is, smile and say "My love don't cost a thing." And when your children ask if true love costs anything, you can proudly and accurately tell them to start saving now!
Oh, and your Great Aunt Marge who always demands a Christmas gift has probably made you file bankruptcy. So... make sure you're in the will.
Scooter Out.
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