Today should be known as Protest Day.Three years ago with over a million others I marched in Washington.The media still routinely underreports the numbers there, despite the metrics used on the ground.“They’re only women,” it seems to say.I marched the last two years in New York City.The protest can never stop.Once a democracy has opened the door to evil, it can never rest again.It’s cold outside.There’s a winter storm in the forecast.Women everywhere are out marching.This mansplained world must come to an end.We must hear all voices.Despite having control of all branches of government, the Trump message isn’t being heard.Perhaps there is justice in nature.I like to believe it, even when it’s hard.
Patriarchalism wears many disguises, such as biblicism.If all you take from the Good Book is the idea that men are more important, then you’ve missed the point.The Bible is a book with a context and those who can quote it without knowing what it originally meant are left wondering why so many other Christians disagree.The message must be heard.Liberation theologians long ago realized that Jesus’ gospel had been drowned in the voices of legalism.They did what we all should be doing today; they protested.
Signs of national and international weariness are everywhere evident.Trump-supporting senators strike out with ad hominem attacks for all reason has failed them.Used to be if you aided and abetted a criminal you’d get in trouble.Now you just get bumped to a more influential committee.So we protest.History hasn’t forgotten Watergate.It will never forget the disaster of 2016 when a political party sold its soul.
A restaurant not far from here is owned and operated by a young woman.A sign on the register says “The Future Is Female.”I hope it’s so.Our hunter-gatherer sensibilities have been suborned by the possibilities of agricultural surplus.Where there’s surplus there’s mammon to be made.In the Middle Ages mammon became the name of a demon.Today it’s inscribed on the hearts of those who follow cash, no matter where it may lead.Once upon a time a man from Galilee said the wealthy wouldn’t inherit the kingdom.Like Caesar they dedicate the temple to themselves.We may not all be able to get out to march today, but we can make our consciences heard.Women deserve every right men have.It’s time to learn to share.Until that happens, we must protest.
My fellow blogger over at Verbomania (worth following!) posted a piece on the word Romjul.In case you haven’t read the post, Romjul is the Norwegian word for the period between Christmas and New Year’s Day.It’s kind of a liminal period.Not really holiday and not really not holiday, in northern climes it’s often cold and dark and you don’t feel like getting out to do much.In many reasonable parts of the world it’s a given that this should be time off from work.With all the preparation that goes into Christmas and the standard convention of starting the New Year with a freebie, and the fact that the days of the week for the holidays are movable, it just makes sense.In these developed States, holidays are left to employers.Mine granted two days off: Christmas Day and New Year’s Day.What are your choices when they fall on Wednesday?
Romjul gave me a good feeling.I cashed in a vacation day or two to take some time off.The years when I’ve worked between the holidays I’ve found nobody in their offices or answering email, and that led to long hours of waiting for the work day to end so that I could actually do something productive.In America we love our work.At least employers love our work.I talked to a young man who had to cut his holiday short to be into work on Monday, December 29.He’d just returned from an international trip, but his employer insisted he be there.There was no work he could do because his colleague whose input he needed had taken that day off.Work is like that.
I recalled a snow day when I had to commute daily to New York City.New Jersey Transit got me as far as Newark but the trains were shut down from there.I had to take a PATH train that took me close to my Midtown location.It was running late.A woman was panicking about not being on time.A wise, older gentleman said, “Employers just want you to show up.They’re not looking for a full, productive day of work.They just want you to come in.”I believe he was right.Employers like to make their puppets jump, no matter if there’s anybody there to watch the show.In a civilized world, as in much of Europe, we would celebrate Romjul.If not for religious reasons, then for simple humanitarian ones.In late December we can all use a week off.
New Year’s resolutions have never been my thing.Having had a good Calvinistic upbringing, I’m a natural self-corrector.If I’m aware I’m doing something wrong, I attempt to change my behavior right away.This makes annual reviews at work exceptionally uncomfortable for me.I’d much rather have my boss point out foibles as they happen so that I can stop doing them right away.I realize my mindset here may be weird to those who were raised in more normal ways, and employers love process.So I sit here in Ithaca on New Year’s day, preparing to drive home to face all kinds of unfinished business from 2019.I’m still doing research for Nightmares with the Bible, thus it’s not ready to go back to the publisher or series editors yet.I’ve started a new round of queries to agents about one of my novels, but I haven’t sent them yet.And don’t even mention projects that need to be done to the house.
Life is busy.I’ve taken on some new duties at the church I attend, exemplifying that old saw “If you want something done, ask a busy person.”As the pressures from that obligation mount, I start to think that most people don’t have any idea just how all-consuming writing a book can be.I work long days and although I don’t commute much any more, most of the rest of each day is taken up with writing and reading so as to write some more.I hesitate to call myself a writer since I make laughably little lucre from it.I can’t stop myself from doing it, though.And although it’s the season for resolutions, I don’t plan to stop.I know from work that graphomaniacs can be a problem.Anything can be overdone.On days when I don’t have to work I have to be pried away from my computer.Otherwise I’ll write all day long.It’s an issue, I know.
Perhaps because life on the national scale is so depressing, writing about things like horror movies is a great release.I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had the chance to write pieces for venues like the excellent Horror Homeroom.I used to contribute to Religion Dispatches.That time has been sucked into getting my books that nobody will read finished.Having written that self-disparaging remark I have to remind myself that one of my alumni magazines published a notice about Holy Horror without me having to send said notice personally.That self-disparaging thing requires some fixing, I guess.And were I not too busy already in 2020, I’d start on it right now.
The Christmas story is full of surprises. This year near Bethlehem, a parable occurred to me. Like many parables, it raises questions.A question for all you men out there: when’s the last time you were pregnant?Was it because some woman—who can’t be responsible for her urges—didn’t take proper precautions?Isn’t this the way God punishes people for having the sexual intercourse he created?Since God gave you an anatomy just like his, you certainly have priority in the cosmic scheme of things, but this pregnancy of yours—what are you going to do with it?Oh, and don’t look to Onan for answers to your own urges; God stuck him dead for that kind of thing.But that troubling “what if”… What if Mary had had a choice?According to the Good Book she did.“Be it unto me,” Mary said.She could’ve said “No.”Many men in your *ahem* delicate condition did not.The problem with virginal conceptions is that people will talk.
Many people don’t remember at this time of year that Mary and Joseph were immigrants to Egypt.Had the Nativity occurred today in these States that follow God’s word, Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus would’ve ended up in separate cages.Wasn’t he born in a cage?Oh, cave!That’s definitely an improvement.One wonders how the Gospel might’ve gone from there.And what of those annoying buzzing creatures overhead calling for peace on earth?Shoo!Trade wars!Tariffs!Nuclear threats!These were the gifts of the three wise men, were they not?Or perhaps we should get biblical and follow Herod’s mandate.Killing two-year-old boys isn’t abortion, after all.After giving birth they’re your problem, not God’s.You’ve got to get them born—that’s the most important thing.And since women can’t possibly know what it’s like to be pregnant what are you going to say when they walk out and tell you, “It’s not my problem”?“Be it unto me,” said Mary.
Shepherds, it should be noted, were the poor.Ironically that first Christmas the good news was first revealed to them.Herod, half-insane, kept shifting members of his government around.He had put away his previous wives—perhaps because they made him pregnant—and assassinated all his rivals.Unless that’s fake news—the old fox was known for that.So the immigrant family thought it was safe to return after Herod was removed from office.Jesus grew to espouse the message of love and acceptance—extending it even to foreigners.The state, believing itself established by divine right, had him put to death.It’s Christmas, and we’ve seen all this before.If only those with eyes would see. But parables, it seems, have gone out of style.
I might excuse writing a post on Satan on Christmas Eve by positing that I misread the title of this book as Santa.After all, as Ryan Stokes explains, the Greek form of the title is ho satanas, which clearly contains the first of the canonical tripartite “Ho, ho, ho.”The reality, however, is that work on Nightmares with the Bible continues despite the holidays, and there’s so much reading to do that not all of it can be seasonal.I’ve known about Stokes’ book for some time, even as I’ve known his name through his various articles about the Satan.This book, while not exhaustive, is certainly comprehensive for the time period covered and lays considerable groundwork for future discussions of the Devil.What becomes obvious working through it, however, is that many different ideas about the Satan are represented in the Bible and related literature.
Long ago, as far back as my dissertation, I realized that it’s a problem for modern readers to systematize what ancients viewed disparately.The Bible has no single idea of the Devil.We’re quite accustomed to saying that “Satan” (which Stokes shows may not be a name in the Bible) and “the Devil” and Lucifer are all synonyms.That’s not really the case.Ancient peoples had many names for beings that caused problems, but not all of these entities were evil.Belial, Mastema, Melchiresha, Beelzebub (and the list could go on) were designations used by different groups at different times.These entities are sometimes agents of Yahweh, doing God’s will.At other times they seem to be enemies of God, adversaries.“Executioners,” is Stokes’ emphasis in these roles.In early (and more recent) attempts at systematization, readers have tried to roll these various images into one.With but limited success.
Ancient peoples didn’t feel the necessity that more modern ones do to make everything fit “scientifically.”After all William of Ockham hadn’t shown up yet to suggest complicated ways of explaining things should be simplified.We get the sense from reading ancient texts, including the Bible, that lots of ideas were floating around as to who these nasty beings might’ve been.And their nastiness was really the result of human perceptions of who they were because often they were in league with the Almighty.Theirs was not a simple, binary world of black and white.It was more like a photo that we would still designate by that term but which is really grayscale.Grayscale shades from white to black with the chiaroscuro preventing simple explanations.Although it’s not about Santa, this book is very informative and will raise any number of questions at any time of year.
This is it.It’s here.Today marks the winter solstice, the longest night.Those who campaign to keep Christ in Christmas prefer not to acknowledge that the date of said holiday was an attempt to displace Sol Invictus, the Roman (therefore pagan) celebration of the invincible sun.The Romans, like other ancient peoples, celebrated the return of light, albeit slowly, from darkness.While teaching at Nashotah House a colleague mentioned being “almost pagan” in the eagerness for the return of light.You can strike the “almost.”Deep down we all look for signs of hope in dark times, whether Christian, Muslim, or Hindu.“The people who walked in darkness,” Isaiah rejoiced, have seen light.Sometimes light comes from an unexpected quarter.
There are two high circulation Christian magazines: Christianity Today and The Christian Century.The latter is more progressive and was launched as an answer to the former.One of the founders of Christianity Today was Billy Graham and its readership is largely evangelical.Just yesterday Christianity Today ran an editorial stating the opinion that Trump should be removed from office.If I were a card-carrying member of the Republican Church, I’d be trembling.Long touted as “Trump’s base” evangelical Christians have found themselves besieged by the flagrant and constant contradictions their party has thrown them.Fear of divorce was enough to keep at least one woman I know in an abusive relationship for years.Now a thrice-married, philandering man who pays hush money to keep his affairs secret is upheld as the new Messiah.Many of us who grew up evangelical were certain that their old tribe simply wouldn’t cotton onto a straw man.Butcotton they did.They’ve become the very lint in his miserly pockets.
Those encrusted with hardcore hatred, of course, will not be swayed.They’ve found a poster boy who says it’s okay to claim white male supremacy.They can pick their political issues (usually having to do with protecting the unborn or the right to shoot those already born) and they can be certain that this protean protestant will have their posteriors.Their leadership, however, has begun to show itself clearsighted.Christianity Today is no friend of liberal Christianity.The editorial makes it clear that Democrats had it in for Trump from the beginning.There is, however, absolutely clear evidence of his crimes.Even as southern senators state outright that they have no interest in seeing a fair trial, their base is speaking up.Tonight is the longest night of the year.Tomorrow it will be a little bit lighter than today.At this time of year we fervently hope that the light will continue to grow.
I sometimes feels I need to pause before launching back into my usual reflections.Commercialism tells me the holiday season is here (I noticed while watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade that the real highlight is Santa and the official start of Christmas).Please don’t misunderstand—I love the holiday season and look forward to it every year.It’s not that I want to get things or spend lots of money.For me the holidays are about rest and respite from the constant stream of work that never really gets done.I need to retreat once in a while.Ensconce myself in a quiet room and not have to worry about the next crisis facing me as an editor or the publishing industry as a whole.I do love the holidays, but I often wonder about how we’ve let their symbols become the main point.
Now that we live near “the Christmas City,” we attend the Christkindlmarkt in Bethlehem while family is home.One of the more stark symbols of this festival is the juxtaposition of a Christmas tree against the now silent and rusting steel stacks of what used to be Bethlehem Steel.The evergreen, of course, was a Teutonic symbol of life continuing in the midst of the shutdown of the growth season.Nature hasn’t really died, although it may appear to have done so, but we feel that difficult times with short days and cold temperatures will now dominate our existence.Our industrial efforts participate in this slowdown too.What once identified one of Pennsylvania’s two steel cities has ceased an Bethlehem has had to adapt.We see the change and wonder.I grew up just north of Pittsburgh when it was a very large industrial city.When I was in high school it was the 16th most populous city in the country.Currently it’s 66th, with Charlotte, North Carolina holding its former place.We adjust to changing seasons.
Christkindlmarkt is a lively place with four large tents dedicated to symbols of the season.Christmas merchandise is a large part of it, of course.Small business vendors, however, take advantage of the fact that crowds throng in.Food, naturally, comes to hold a place of some significance as your blood sugar drops after spending a few hours on your feet.Music is in the air and people don’t seem to mind the masses of others who all had the same idea.I never purchase much at the event, but I enjoy being among those inspired by it.Some of us are the rusty towers in the background, and others are the lively, decorated tree that stands before them.The season has begun, and the symbols are open for interpretation.