The fiery colors are stunning. So, what does the light fixture Hey, Jacob and I appreciated your comments following the film. We ended up discussing it for several more hours. We discussed the difficulty with approaching the issue of sacredness in a culture where nothing is sacred-even in many churches (I feel this way especially with regard to communion). This year we’ll be with the Wachsmuths who will be hosting several immigrants that have never been in the US for Christmas. What do they think of when they think of Christmas? How will that be reflected in what they see? What are they going to take from that time? Will they see the reflection of Jesus or a pseudo-consumer blasé notion of peace, and joy?
Heidi, this is a star shaped light fixture in Carrie Jones’ lovely house.
You ask interesting questions about the movie and how immigrants might view or celebrate Christmas. As with all things, religious and non, colonialism leaves messy trail and I suspect that the way Christians in other countries celebrate Christmas may be conditioned by whether they were colonized or not or reached by missionaries. In Pakistan, there are lovely relatively simple Christmas traditions that somewhat match up with British traditions. Caroling and going to Church on Sunday with a big meal afterwards. I wish going to Church on Christmas was a tradition here. It might go a little ways in putting things in their proper perspective.
You will have to let me know how the Christmas goes.
I heard Justin asking a lot of questions. I think it was all a bit confusing. The use of religiosity to prove a point can be difficult to understand even when you live in a culture that is comfortable with such things. My guess? The experiance was more confusing than offensive, but I’ll have to ask him.
Neil, I feel kind of dumb because when you told me at church that you’d posted this picture, I said I hadn’t seen it. Only because I hadn’t *recognized* it. Duh.
The fiery colors are stunning. So, what does the light fixture Hey, Jacob and I appreciated your comments following the film. We ended up discussing it for several more hours. We discussed the difficulty with approaching the issue of sacredness in a culture where nothing is sacred-even in many churches (I feel this way especially with regard to communion). This year we’ll be with the Wachsmuths who will be hosting several immigrants that have never been in the US for Christmas. What do they think of when they think of Christmas? How will that be reflected in what they see? What are they going to take from that time? Will they see the reflection of Jesus or a pseudo-consumer blasé notion of peace, and joy?
Oops. I reread this. I meant to ask what the light fixture looked like.
Heidi, this is a star shaped light fixture in Carrie Jones’ lovely house.
You ask interesting questions about the movie and how immigrants might view or celebrate Christmas. As with all things, religious and non, colonialism leaves messy trail and I suspect that the way Christians in other countries celebrate Christmas may be conditioned by whether they were colonized or not or reached by missionaries. In Pakistan, there are lovely relatively simple Christmas traditions that somewhat match up with British traditions. Caroling and going to Church on Sunday with a big meal afterwards. I wish going to Church on Christmas was a tradition here. It might go a little ways in putting things in their proper perspective.
You will have to let me know how the Christmas goes.
I was interested in how the immigrants present last night were processing and parsing that movie and how much they understood.
I heard Justin asking a lot of questions. I think it was all a bit confusing. The use of religiosity to prove a point can be difficult to understand even when you live in a culture that is comfortable with such things. My guess? The experiance was more confusing than offensive, but I’ll have to ask him.
Neil, I feel kind of dumb because when you told me at church that you’d posted this picture, I said I hadn’t seen it. Only because I hadn’t *recognized* it. Duh.
Yeah, that lovely red blurry background is one of your kitchen walls.