Every life, no matter how short, endures as long as it is remembered.

That Once Occupied Space

The vacant chair at the table is not empty, nor is the vacant space around the Christmas Tree, the omission in family pictures, the date on the calendar that was always marked as a birthday. Those spaces are filled with memories, longing, and perhaps even regret. Most of all, however, they are filled with love. There is comfort because the space will always be there, with love, delightful memories, and great appreciation for the short life that was once in those spaces.
The title of this blog is the name of an old song that was written at the beginning of the Civil War. The Vacant Chair, written by George F. Root in 1861 can be found on the website "Civil War Talk."

We shall meet but we shall miss him. — There will be one vacant chair. — We shall linger to caress him —While we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
When one year ago we gathered, — Joy was in his mild blue eye. — Now the golden cord is severed, — And our hopes in ruin lie.
CHORUS:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him. — There will be one vacant chair. — We shall linger to caress him — While we breathe our ev'ning prayer.

Verses two and three are also included on the site listed above, and they refer to the death of a young man on the battle field. You can search YouTube to find recordings of the song with its common melody. The most clearly and beautifully simple version is this Tennessee Ernie Ford rendition.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

"Merry" Christmas

       "Merry Christmas!" I have learned to accept the good intentions of my friends and to echo the words back to them, even though I know that my Christmas won't be exactly merry. Some of it can be pleasant, happy, or even joyful. At its best, each Christmas will have moments of sadness and reflection. Being merry means being in a jovial state, and I don't think I'll be spending any long tenures being merry.
        The first Christmas after our first son died was absolutely devastating. I also cringed, and probably visibly, whenever anyone wished me a merry Christmas that year. The second year was better and finally I settled in to acceptance of the good intentions of others. Last Christmas, the first one after our other son died, was also very difficult, and this year is somewhat better. Perhaps this year was better because of predictability.
        I would like to understand how "merriment " came to be a part of the recognition of Christmas. The song "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" shouldn't be the basis for the word because it obviously had a different meaning with the song's origin. "God rest ye merry" is obviously archaic, and of course it doesn't wish ladies anything at all.
       I won't be merry on Christmas. I think I'll be okay. I know I'll be happy and will laugh and enjoy the day, complete with its sadness and reflection.
        Most people who say "Merry Christmas" to me know they are wishing me not merriment, but rather the best kind of Christmas possible for me. I am grateful for their sentiment and attention. Others come up to me, and then realize that they aren't comfortable wishing me a Merry Christmas. Usually I just get a hug. I am grateful to them for their sensitivity, and words aren't always necessary.
         But this "Merry Christmas" thing could be examined in more depth. Why do we think everyone should have a merry Christmas? It's not biblical, although being joyous is. Joy, however, is more complex, and to me it includes memories, and hope that is most profound. I am not a theologian, but I have no recall of anyone supporting Jesus that insisted on a party or a day of merry-making.
         I, in fact, have been wondering about the celebration of Christmas as the birthday of Jesus. The angels, visiting wise men and shepherds all celebrated His birth, but there is no mention in the Bible of celebrating His birthday on an annual basis. Of course, we celebrate birthdays as part of our culture today, and even recognize the birthdays of historical figures, so I'm not recommending excluding Jesus. But we don't know when Jesus was born, although it was probably sometime toward the end of the vegetation year, when people could travel for census-taking. We don't know what the date was, but the season of winter would not be the same in Bethlehem as it is in most of the United States. The calendar designation of Christmas was set to coincide with harvest festivities that are not specific to any particular climate.

         What we need to observe is the gift of Jesus not just one day, but every day. W e need to celebrate the lives of our children with all of our family and friends, those living and those who have died. Bereaved parents may or may not have a merry Christmas, but they need to reflect love and promote peace every day in remembrance of their children, and if they are Christians, in the model given by Jesus.

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