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Why Don’t Americans Go To Church on Christmas Day?
When Christmas Day was a joyous occasion, the fun part was the vibrant festivities happening all around us; as the day Christ was born evokes the celebratory elements that should accompany such a miracle.
Truth be told, I wasn’t really wowed by the tale of the Virgin Mary, who magically gives birth to a baby boy without having sex. And I hated the fact that Jesus and his tribe were White, because it felt like a cruel exclusion — which is harder to take when you’re young and impressionable.
But the one thing I could enjoyably tolerate were the hymns, and the way the large organ served as the reliable amplifier with the dramatics that nobody of flesh and blood can casually reject.
The English did well with the stellar introduction to the Church of England and the attractive hymnals, that are cohesively splendorous under the direction of well-dressed ghosts who composed without the spirit of the Almighty.
You can’t conceive that catalog on your knees — with the picture of Christ compelling you. You have to be high as a kite to be able to dictate the “joyful and triumphant,” and deliver the “tidings of comfort and joy” with earnest bars that will chime long after you enter the gates of heaven.
