I remember how amazed I was
when I was making cards and my teacher told me how to spell Christmas. Until I
was eight years old, I had no idea that the first five letters spelled the
title of the King of Kings. ~ Bruce Atchison
While
Bruce had no idea as a youngster that the “Christ” in Christmas referred to the
King of Kings, I was a young adult before I realized that the “mas” referred to
the word, “Mass.” Having grown up in a family that was nominally Protestant, I
wasn’t familiar with either the word “Mass” or “Eucharist” until I married into
a devout Roman Catholic family.
I
still remember how stunned I felt when I heard my husband explaining to our
little ones what the word “Christmas” meant. It was one of those “slap the
forehead” moments for me. I had never given any thought to the meaning of the
“mas” part of the word. Now that it had been pointed out, it seemed so obvious it
referred to “Christ’s Mass.” Of course, I knew that it was a commemoration of
Christ’s birth, but my family’s holiday celebrations focused more on the
secular aspects. I decided to look up the meaning of some of the other words
associated with this celebration. I discovered that “Nativity” was derived
from the Latin word, nātīvitās, meaning
“birth.” Another
familiar seasonal word, “Noel,” from the Old French word, noël, is also
derived from this Latin word.
As a youngster,
I never attended any Christmas religious services with my family. However, I do
recall attending regular church services a couple of times with my dad. I fondly
remember enjoying stories and colouring pictures in Sunday School on those
occasions. In my early teens, I sometimes attended a church service while visiting
a devout aunt. A classmate invited me to summer Bible camp one year and,
occasionally, to some of her church’s youth activities. But Christmas mainly
consisted of Christmas trees, Christmas decorations, Christmas presents,
Christmas stories, and, of course, Christmas dinner with family when I was young.
After I was
married, Christmas came to mean so much more. A major part of the celebrations was
attending Midnight Mass with my husband and his family. Then my mother-in-law
would have all the family members present over to her house for a late-night
snack. To her, a “snack” was no meager amount of food, even at this late hour.
I enjoyed this whole Christmas Eve tradition immensely. It carried on for many
years, despite the increase in her family’s size through marriage and
grandchildren, until she no longer felt able to continue. I cherish those
memories and still miss her contribution to our Christmas celebrations.
As a young mom,
I wanted to provide a different Christmas experience for my children. Sure, we had
the usual festivities associated with Christmas: Christmas baking, decorating
the Christmas tree, wrapping Christmas presents, watching Christmas movies, and
reading children’s stories like “The Night before Christmas.” But a miniature
Nativity scene was added to our holiday decorations, and I enjoyed reading them
the biblical story of Jesus’s birth. And, of course, we always attended
Christmas Mass—just not the midnight one until they were old enough.
Having
discovered both the “Christ” and the “Mass” in Christmas, I now enjoy the full
meaning, spirit, and blessings of the season. All those precious Christmas
gifts and colourful Christmas lights pale in comparison to the One who is the true
gift and light of Christmas:
Every good and
perfect gift is from above,
coming down
from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not
change like shifting shadows.
~ James 1:17 (NIV)
Merry Christmas, everyone! May you experience the peace and joy of Christ in your hearts and
souls this Christmas.
Photo Credit: ©
2017 Nina Faye Morey
It's so wonderful to pass on family traditions and also add one's own! this was a lovely and inspiring post and I wish you and yours the happiest of holidays and a merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I had been raised with Protestant Christmas traditions, midnight Christ-mas(s) was new to me to--and became our own family tradition when I married a man who was Catholic. Since my parents were Scandinavian, we had our Christmas dinner and gift opening on Christmas Eve. When that celebration was winding down, Hank and I, and later our children, would head off to Midnight Mass to honour the birthday of our King, Our Lord and Saviour's arrival among us. I appreciate how my family always respected my new faith traditions as we also respected theirs.
ReplyDeleteEveryone else was sleeping when we got back to Mom and Dad's, so we'd skip the snack and tiptoe off to bed. All was well. All was calm. And on moon or starlit nights, all was also bright.
Thanks for sharing you story, Nina.
Lovely, thank you for sharing your story, Nina!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this ... don't know if I've thought about it as being the Christ-Mass ... there has always been something special for the Christmas Eve services(even though ours was never a mass) nor at midnight :)
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