Showing posts with label irritating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label irritating. Show all posts

Monday, December 22, 2014

Is This Any Way to Spend Christmas?

How do you spend Christmas Eve and Christmas?


Our traditions are fun, often amazing and sometimes just a bit bizarre.  As a kid I remember our family went to visit some of my parent’s old friends, then gathered at home for a reading of the Christmas Story in Luke and went to bed. Each of us took a lit candle to our room and if it was out in the morning it meant Santa had come.

 In the name of family or tradition, we do some of the most irritating, tiring, counterproductive things without ever thinking about them. Rushing from house to house for gift opening, trying to wedge in a visit to church, eating huge meals at our house, the parents’ house and then at the in-laws. The adults are all tired and irritable and the kids more than cranky. Does your family take a family portrait each Christmas? We try. It sounds like a good idea, what with everyone there and dressed up. But in the rush of getting everything else we have on our agendas done, sometimes things just don’t work out. It is like herding cats. Most families cram in too much to do and too little time in which to do it.

 What is often designed to be fun ends up being a huge pain. Even in the church, often what is designed to be a blessing goes awry and ends up being a curse. I love the old story of the frustrated choir director who was preparing for the Christmas Cantata and dealing with veriy spotty attendance by the choir. At the final practice, in an attempt to reprimand the wayward choir members, he took a moment before the final practice to acknowledge the accompanist, who had been to every practice. She stood and thanked the choir director and then said, “I thought it was the least I could do since I can’t make to the performance.”

Let’s take a look at the first Christmas as recorded by Luke.

“In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,  “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”

 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.” (Luke 2:1-20)

 I have heard that story all my life. And, like most, I have an unrealistic view of it that has been influenced by movies, paintings, Christmas cards and more. I have concluded that my view of this story is unrealistic. Let’s take a look at this story with fresh eyes and a little more reality.

Mary and Joseph were living through a difficult time and things went from bad to worse. First of all they had to deal with this wild story that she was pregnant but she was still a virgin. I am sure that went over real big in the old home village. There is little doubt that their families were angry and ashamed. Mary had to put up with the gossip and the looks people gave her. She decided to get out of town and go visit relatives. Joseph had to put up with the men of the village making crude jokes about his wife to be and the guys making fun of him for believing her story. No doubt they were social outcasts and the butt of lots of jokes. Life must have been pretty miserable.

 And then the government got involved. Life never gets easier when the government gets in the mix. Caesar decides he wants everyone counted to make sure all of the possible taxes were being collected. For us the census means that we have to deal with a stranger showing up at the door and being asked a few irritating, invasive questions. It was not that simple and easy for them. They had to travel to the town that their ancestors were from to be registered. Where would that be for you? In my case I would have to head to Robertson County, Kentucky, and try to find some lodging in Mt. Olivet. Mt. Olivet is about the same size as Bethlehem was then. Last time I visited there were no hotels or motels. There wasn’t even a gas station.

Things are not going real well and then on top of everything else, Mary and Joseph have to travel to Bethlehem. The distance from Nazareth to Bethlehem is about 70 miles as the crow flies, but the winding mountain trails that Joseph and Mary had to travel made the trip about 90 miles, and the climb was about 1,300 feet up hill. At walking pace it would take them more than a week to cover that distance and height. Now there’s a great trip if you are on the verge of having a baby. I’ll bet Mary was horribly uncomfortable.

 After over a week on the road they finally got to their destination, hungry, tired, thirsty, sore, sunburned, and bloated beyond belief. And that was Joseph. I’ll bet Mary didn’t feel all that good either. The town was packed with tourists and they couldn’t find a room. I can’t believe Joseph didn’t call 1-800-Go-Judea and make some hotel reservations. He was checking at the front desk of every hotel, motel and bed and breakfast in town and getting the big NO. It must have been terribly frustrating for both of them when he went back to the donkey and to report his lack of success. It is a wonder this marriage hung together.

 Finally Joseph returned to the donkey overjoyed with the great news that they have permission from the innkeeper to sleep in his barn. If I had been in Mary’s shoes I would have said, “THE BARN!! You want me to sleep in a barn. I am about to drop a kid here and want me to try to sleep on straw with a bunch of animals?” Don’t you just know that both of them were thinking, “Is this any way to spend Christmas?”

 And then the baby decides to show up. They are both appalled and thrilled. There is nothing like a baby to make things better – NOT. Babies are wonderful but they do not make life easier. Then the shepherds show up. Of course, they had not planned on uninvited company. And then there was the Bris to plan, the people to invite, and a Rabbi to line up for the ceremony.

 Generally speaking it seems that Mary and Joseph didn’t have much say in how the first Christmas came to be. But as we study the prophecy surrounding the birth of the Messiah we can see that God’s plan was at work.

 Mary and Joseph seemed to have little choice, but when it comes to Christmas we really do have choices to make. I want to strongly encourage you to relax and enjoy the peace, wonder, joy and power of this season. Don’t let yourself get so busy that you miss the center of it all. Don’t let others set your agenda and your schedule and bully you out of being in the presence of God during this time of year that we celebrate God Himself coming to be with us.

 Don’t do Christmas in such a way that you catch yourself thinking, “Is this any way to spend Christmas?”

 Copyright © 2014, William T. McConnell, All Rights Reserved

 Bill McConnell is Senior Minister at Lindenwood Christian Church in Memphis, Tennessee and is a Church Transformation consultant and a Christian Leadership Coach. He is a frequent speaker at Church Transformation events. His latest book on church transformation is DEVELOPING A SIGNIFICANT CHURCH and is available at Westbow Press. He can be contacted @ bill45053@gmail.com. Connect with him on Facebook @ William T. McConnell or on Twitter @billmc45053 or visit his Amazon Author Page @ Amazon

Friday, October 11, 2013

Hold Please

No doubt many of the same things that irritate you irritate me.


For example, I don’t like to receive unsolicited sales calls. As a matter of fact, I don’t like to receive solicited sales calls. I just don’t like sales calls. Okay, I just don’t like calls. All of my life I have found talking on the phone perplexing. It makes me uncomfortable. Talking on the phone isn’t very challenging so I feel, on a certain level, that I am wasting my time.

Years ago, in one of my offices, I equipped myself with a telephone headset. The kind that those people who make the sales calls I can’t stand wear. Instead of hanging up the phone, dialing a new number, having to brace the handset against their shoulders while they take notes, they just wear a headset. I wore a headset and did none of those things. With the headset on I was able to take calls and continue to work on the article I was writing, or get up and go to the bathroom (it was wireless), or browse through the mail, or go stand at the window and watch the kids play on the parking lot… do just about anything but fully engage in the conversation. Being an introvert, I am not big on chitchat. We introverts love meaningful conversations and can stay engaged in them for hours. But small talk; not so much. Thus, not generally enjoying chatting, I find that telephone conversations are normally truly problematic.

I love it (he said sarcastically) when I am trying to do some business on the phone and am put on hold. I especially love when a call is answered like this: “Dr. Smith’s office. Can you hold?” Click. With no chance to answer, I am put on hold. It is probably best they don’t give me a chance to answer since I would probably say something I might regret. On the few occasions they have waited I have responded with “No”. I may as well have said nothing since I was put on hold anyway.

Many businesses are now equipped with phone systems that play music while you are on hold. Some play commercials for the business or hospital. I hate those. Normally the music provided is twenty year old pop music played in elevator music style. Occasionally I amuse myself by playing a little game of “Name That Tune” with the on hold music. Rarely I find the music selection to be engaging and I rather enjoy my time on hold. One time, after several minutes on hold listening to some of my favorite music, the official telephone answerer came on the line and asked if she could help me. When I asked if she could put me back on hold until the tune I was listening to was over she was completely speechless. That was a good day.

Yesterday I had a new on hold experience. I had gone on-line to request a car insurance quote. I went on line because I DIDN’T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE. I wanted them to either do the quote on line (as advertised) or send me an e-mail. Almost immediately my cell phone went off and continued to ring all afternoon as insurance company after insurance company called to give me a quote. I handled all of the callers as I did the first caller. The caller informed me that he was calling because I had requested an insurance quote and wanted to know if I would like to talk to an agent. They all seemed completely thrown when I responded with a hardy NO. If I had wanted to talk to an agent, I would have called an agent. I specifically did not want to talk to an agent. I gave this detailed explanation to one of the callers and hung up. The same guy called again within 20 minutes. Our second conversation was not nearly as pleasant as the previous one.

But my favorite call came around 4:30. The phone rang and I was ready to start my “I’m not interested in talking to anyone” spiel. I answered the phone and was surprised to hear only music. Music. No, hello. No, would you like to talk to an agent. Just music. It took me a second to realize that I had already been put on hold. This telemarketer had called me and put me on hold BEFORE I even answered the phone. Good, Lord, if he was too busy to talk, why did he call in the first place? It was so weird that I loved it.

I don’t have time to finish this blog right now. Could you hold, please?

Copyright © 2013, William T. McConnell, All Rights Reserved