Our church has started their weekly practice sessions for the annual Christmas Pageant. Each year I vow it will be the last year we will be participating, and yet every Wednesday evening finds me transporting the children to pageant practice. As it turns out it isn't the easiest of things to say, " No," to the pastor's wife when she calls and asks for your family's participation.
I love Christmas. Love the songs, the movies, the decorations, the shopping, the food, the making of memories, and everything else that goes with the whole Christmas season. Everything that is, except Christmas pageants.
I've been trying to understand why I feel this way, but I'm not sure I can articulate my feelings. To me Christmas is a joyful, yet reverent time of celebrating the birth of our Saviour. I have never liked nativity scenes, having a fake baby Jesus feels almost sacrilegious to me.
So far every Christmas pageant at our church has involved a Joseph, Mary, and a baby Jesus. Seeing all the children kneeling around this makeshift manager holding a doll makes my skin crawl. I know it's a re-enactment of sorts, but it still bothers me. Especially as each year more and more "humor" has to be added. This year it includes the shepherd children and Bethlehem street kids clashing and having a rap off.
It just doesn't feel right, so once again I'm telling myself this will be the last year we will be participating.