More Christmas Power for Santa!

My father is Santa Clause.  My mother tried to hide it from us when my brother and I were children, but it's true.  Why else would the tags on our Christmas gifts from Santa be in her handwriting?

But my father is Santa.  Everyone recognizes him.  Even in the middle of the summer, when he's working part time at the Aquarium, small children approach him with wide eyes and ask him "What are you doing here?"  He tells them that the reindeer like to come down to visit with the penguins—after all, penguins are from the southern hemisphere!  Even adults recognize my father as Santa Clause.  I once saw a photograph of my father posted by a friend of a friend of a friend (of a friend, maybe) on Facebook.  Somebody had whipped out their phone and taken a surreptitious pic of him at a gas station because they were so amused to see Santa pumping gas!

Don't get me wrong, I know that he's not the only one out there.  But it's also more than a simple physical resemblance.  There is a very real, "Yes, Virginia," sense in which my father is Santa Clause.

I think maybe a big part of it is that he believes in magic.  "Look into the eyes of a child who believes--truly believes," he'll challenge you, "and try to tell me that magic doesn't exist!"

Magic.  Magic is one of those sticking points between geekdom and certain branches of Christianity.  Certain, loud branches.  And of course the louder those branches yell, the more they drive away my geek brothers and sisters.  Which is a shame on so many levels.

So what are those branches yelling about?  Well, it all comes out of a conservative, literalist interpretation of the Bible.  There are several places in the Hebrew scriptures that prohibit divination, speaking with spirits, and casting spells.  As I understand it, the Hebrew word used in the rules literally means "to whisper," but modern English translations either use the word "necromancy" or simply "magic."

But what was the purpose of those rules?  The purpose was to distinguish Judaism from other religions in the area, religions that regularly made use of divinations, conversing with spirits, and/or spellcasting.  Everyone believed in all of those things, but in order to be Jewish, you didn't make use of them.

Then, of course, there's the New Testament passage concerning Simon the Magician.  In that time and place magicians were kind of like snake oil salesmen—they made their living performing deeds of power.  The same kinds of deeds that made Jesus famous, except, of course that Jesus (and his disciples) did those things for free. Simon witnessed the power of the Holy Spirit.  He was so impressed that he approached Philip and offered to pay him to lay on hands and impart the Holy Spirit!  Philip told him "no," admonishing that Simon was looking at it all wrong.  Money isn't the proper motivation!

Conservative, literalist Christians look at those passages and read the word "magic" and conclude that they must abhor anything that even makes a passing reference to magic or—God forbid—portrays magic as a good thing.  These are the people who see Dungeons & Dragons as demonic and Harry Potter as "of the Satan."  Personally, I think that's taking it a little too far, even if I did lean toward a more literal interpretation of scripture!

I don't see any harm in D&D or Harry Potter, clearly.  I certainly don't think that playing the cleric is the same thing as worshiping Baal or that admiring Harry's moral fiber will seduce me away from the Christian faith.

What it comes down to is that Call Lightening and Accio are no more real than a Tribble.  They aren't magic to me.  I think it was Doug Henning who differentiated between the illusion—the trick—and that moment of pure amazement that comes just before you try to figure out "How did he do that?"  That moment of pure amazement—that's magic.

Or the look in the eyes of a child who truly believes in Santa as they talk with my father.  That's magic, too.

I find that Christmas still holds that kind of magic for me—not so much Santa (sorry, Dad) but rather the holy parts of the holiday.  The story of the Incarnation, the birth of the Messiah, gives me that kind of amazement.  I still get the shivers when I hear Linus VanPelt tell Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about.  I find that I still have a pure, childlike love in my heart when I hear The Ghost of Christmas Present singing that wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas.

Merry Christmas,
Be good to each other,
RevJosh
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