In Defense of Christmas | The Roots Behind the Pagan Roots

“Christians shouldn’t participate in traditional “Christian” holidays because they have pagan roots.” If you’ve been involved in evangelical Christianity for any length of time, it’s likely you’ve come across this teaching, and many of you have chosen to celebrate the Jewish feasts and holidays instead as a result. While I am all for Christians celebrating Jewish holidays, I still have no qualms about celebrating Christmas in spite of its pagan roots. Here’s why:

Many years ago, I read the book “Peace Child“. It’s about a missionary couple who felt a call to reach the cannibalistic tribes of New Guinea with the gospel. The culture of these people was the polar opposite of Christianity. Lying was held up as a virtue and violence was revered. In the book, Don Richardson explains that all religions and value systems have their roots in the true religion practiced by Noah. Satan has never created anything. He only perverts the truth. Therefore, the strategy of these missionaries was to find something within the Sawi culture that pointed to Christ. It is a tried and tested missionary strategy that goes all the way back to Paul when he checks out all the shrines in Athens and then preaches to them based on their shrine to the “Unknown God”. Don and his wife eventually find something in the Sawi culture from which they can explain the love and sacrifice of Jesus. It was the custom of the  “Peace Child”. You will have to read the book yourself to find out what it is all about.



I believe that’s what happened when Christians started going north into barbarian territory. There is a story about a man named Boniface who felt called to live among the Druid people of northern Germany. He moved there at the beginning of summer and worked very hard to establish relationships with a certain tribe there, but was having absolutely no luck. Then on the winter solstice, he was out in the woods cutting firewood when he ran across this tribe. They were gathered around a huge old oak tree that they worshiped and were about to sacrifice the chief’s baby boy. Boniface realized what was going on. He ran up, grabbed the baby with one hand and started to chop down the tree with the other hand. The tribespeople were furious, but an invisible force kept them from reaching Boniface and the child. He kept on chopping away until the tree came down with a mighty crash so hard that the trunk split in two, bounced and then came down in the shape of a cross. In the process, a small evergreen popped up out of the snow. He then preached to the tribe. He told them they were worshiping the wrong tree, that they should be worshiping the Tree of Life and used the triangular shape of the evergreen tree to explain the Trinity. The tribe converted to Christianity, the little prince that Boniface saved became one of the strongest chiefs in the territory, and was instrumental in converting many other tribes.

A couple of centuries later, people were seeking ways to honor the LORD Jesus. Back then, only royalty celebrated of birthdays. They had no idea when Jesus had been born, but they wanted to celebrate. They chose the pagan festival of lights to celebrate because Jesus (the LIGHT) had come to bring light to the dark world. It seemed appropriate and it gave them a way to witness to those who still clung to the old ways.

The first Christmas trees were brought inside as a symbol of the Tree of Life. It was decorated with candles to symbolize the light that Jesus brings into our lives. The first decorations were dried fruits to represent the fruits of the Spirit. The giving of gifts began because Jesus said that when we give to one another, we are giving to Him. What they did was redeem the pagan symbols … those things that Satan had twisted and perverted … back to their true roots … the true religion practiced by the father of us all, Noah.

Today, Christmas has been corrupted again, but the story of Jesus is still there in the midst of it. It is a wonderful opportunity to focus on our LORD and spread the good news of His coming. I’m good with that.

God Bless You All!

~Grama Sue

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas from the North Pole, or so it seems! We’ve even got an aspiring Santa here! Our kids can’t wait till Grampa Tom puts on that suit and bounces his little grandbabies on his knee. His beard is almost all white now and the hair is starting to turn.

Only our youngest will be home this year and no grandchildren, but we have all kinds of babies coming next year!

Spence and Tristina recently had an ultra sound that confirmed a little boy is on the way! He will be named Walter Terry Whitson, Walter – after his Daddy, Grampa Tom, and Great Grampa Whitson, all of whom bear the first name of Walter and Terry – his momma’s family name. He is due the end of May.

We also found out that one of our “adopted” kids is due the first week of June. Our little Katherine will finally be a big sister!
Then, I’m talking to my daughter a few weeks ago and she starts telling me she’s been offered a job running the nursery at the on base church they attend but she turned it down because she wouldn’t be able to lift soon. “Why won’t you be able to lift?” I asked.

“Well when I get the circlage…” she starts to explain.

“What? Circlage? Are you not telling me something?” replies a suspicious grama.

“Oh shoot! I knew I couldn’t do it! And we had such a creative way to announce it at Christmas!”

The kid never could keep a secret. I swore not to tell anyone but her daddy that she was pregnant, but hopefully most of the family has received presents from “Justin, Mary Jo, Olivia and Jellybean”, so I can announce it to everyone else. She is due the first week in July.

Our chickens are still on strike and we sold some sheep for about a third of what we wanted for them, but Grampa Tom got paid big bucks to dig out his parent’s driveway this week! They were victims of some fraud several years ago and the bank that had allowed it, after they had repeatedly asked them not to honor electronic transfers, refunded much of the money they had lost. They graciously shared some of it with us! Thank you Mom and Dad! Course now Grampa thinks he ought to get paid beau coup bucks every time he plows a driveway 😉

Not much about the business this week, but we’ve got so much to be thankful for!

Thank You LORD for:

New life!

Generous people! Thank you to Mom and Dad and my wonderful sis Sharon!

Our wonderful family!

A warm house!

No broken bones in spite of the ice!

Jesse, the child I got to keep. Well, kind of, he did move out and get married, but at least he’s only 10 miles away. He came to our rescue when the water froze up the other day. Thank you Jess! And thank you Devan for sharing him with us!

Oh and for all the beautiful clothes I got in the last couple of weeks! I hate shopping for clothes. I’ve never been too talented on the fashion front. Shopping is for the most part just an exercise in frustration. Give me some pretty hand-me-downs and I’m tickled pink! This last week I visited with both my Daughters-in-love. They are both so talented in this area and they both gave me some beautiful clothes! Thank you Tristina and Devan!

The fact that my computer is working much better since I took it to see its previous owner in New Jersey. Spence didn’t do anything to it. I think it just wanted to see Daddy.

The tree is still standing. Last night it warmed up and the ice from our roof started crashing to the ground. This huge crash at the north end of the trailer woke me up. I knew Grampa was in the TV room where the crash came from. Scared me silly!

And my last, but most important, expression of gratitude today – the fact that You gave up everything to come to earth and bring light, hope and salvation to our darkness! Thank You LORD JESUS!