I Believe


I believe, and not just because I have a 7-year-old daughter. I have always believed, even when I was a 40-year-old man who thought I would never have children I believed. Why do I believe? To explain, I need to tell a brief history of Santa Claus, and of course, any history of Santa Claus begins with a brief history of St. Nicholas. My rule on my website is no politics or religion. However, as Saint Nicholas was a Christian Bishop it is part of who he was, and as such, it is part of his story. This article is a brief history of Saint Nicholas / Santa Claus and makes no judgments for or against Christianity in keeping with my rule.

Nicholas was born in present day Turkey to wealthy Greek parents. Orphaned while a small boy he was raised by his uncle Nicholas. Uncle Nicholas was the bishop of Patara. As he grew older, our Nicholas became a priest under his uncle’s tutelage. On his uncle’s death, Father Nicholas became Bishop Nicholas. Religious icons are almost as old as Christianity, and play a part in some of the legends of Saint Nicholas. In the early days of Christianity the majority of people could not read or write, (priests were the exception to this). Icons are religious images created according to strict rules. Each saint’s icon has specific items in the image that identify that particular saint. In the case of Saint Nicholas, he holds a book in his left hand and in his right hand, he holds three purses, or three gold coins, or three balls of gold.

The book is a gospel. Saint Nicholas is considered a defender of the faith. At the Council of Nicaea, the Roman Emperor called all the leaders of Christianity together in an attempt to “standardize” the religion. There were two main groups within Christianity. The first and smaller group (called Gnostics) believed Jesus was a prophet who was then killed, executed, and buried. They also believed that the way to heaven was through a secret knowledge (Gnosticism). By learning this secret knowledge, people earned their way into heaven. They were the authors of the Gnostic gospels, often referred to as the “forbidden books of the bible”. The second group (which Nicholas was a member of) believed that Jesus was the son of God and rose from the dead, they also believed that no one could earn their way into heaven. This second group believed that people went to heaven only through the grace of God, because of the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross.

By now you are asking “Ok, but what does all of this have to do with Saint Nicholas?” When the leader of the Gnostics stood before the Emperor making the case for his side at the Council of Nicaea, Bishop Nicholas calmly walked to the front of the gathering and slapped the Gnostic leader across the mouth, while he was addressing the Emperor. The other Gnostics demanded that Bishop Nicholas immediately be put to death for striking a person in the presence of the Emperor (this was a Roman law). Bishop Nicholas was well liked by all who knew him and he was generous to the poor. Also, Emperor Constantine is believed to have favored Nicholas’ side over the Gnostics. The Emperor decided that Bishop Nicholas would be stripped of all his Bishop’s attire and symbols of his rank, and placed in a cell for the night while the Emperor decided his fate.

In the morning, when the guards went to get Bishop Nicholas, his cell door was opened, all of his Bishop’s vestments were returned, and he was kneeling in prayer. Nicholas’ supporters claimed that Jesus had freed him and the Virgin Mary had returned all of his vestments to him. Emperor Constantine declared that was enough for him he would not go against Jesus and Mary. He restored Nicholas as a bishop. After this, all traces of Gnosticism were removed from the accepted cannon and Gnosticism was outlawed. It is for this reason that icons of Nicholas show him with a book (a gospel) in his right hand.

The three pieces of gold in his other hand are a testament to his generosity to the poor. There was a man who had three daughters, but no dowry. At this time, a woman without a dowry could not marry and would most likely become a prostitute because this would be the only way she would be able to support herself. Bishop Nicholas on hearing of this man and his three daughters provided the dowry for each of the daughters. When each daughter became of age, he secretly made his way to the house at night. He then left a bag of gold coins for the young woman’s dowry. When it was the youngest daughter’s turn, her father decided to hide and see who the anonymous benefactor was. Bishop Nicholas wanted to keep his identity secret, and so tossed the bag of coins down the chimney where they fell in a pair of stockings the daughter had hung over the fireplace to dry.

A myth surrounding Saint Nicholas has him bringing three boys back to life after a butcher had killed them. This story most probably comes from illiterate people mistaking the three gold balls in his hand (in the icon) for three heads. The three gold balls have also been mistaken for three oranges. This is why in Holland it is believed that Sinterklaas comes from Spain. In the time before North America was explored, oranges were imported from Spain to Holland.

Bishop Nicholas spent the rest of his life in service to the church and spent the fortune he inherited from his parents helping the poor, particularly children. During his life, children were considered of no value, and a parent or guardian could do with children as he liked (woman ranked above only children at this time). Bishop Nicholas died on 6 December 343. Traditionally a saint’s feast day is the anniversary of his/her death (the day they enter heaven). In celebration of the feast day of Saint Nicholas gifts are given to children to honor Saint Nicholas. Bishop Nicholas’ reputation as a giver of gifts is the source for our Santa Claus or Father Christmas.

Father Christmas goes back more than 500 years in England, over time he merged with Saint Nicholas into the figure we know today as Santa Claus. The first use of the name Santa Claus goes back to the American colonies in 1773. Santa Claus is also mentioned in Washington Irving’s 1809 History of New York. Santa Claus is an Americanization of the Dutch name for Saint Nicholas, Sinterklaas.

Santa Claus as we know him today has evolved over the last 200 year. In 1821, in the poem Santeclaus he was described as an old man on a reindeer sleigh. Next came the poem A Visit from Saint Nicholas (known today as Twas the Night Before Christmas or The Night Before Christmas). This poem was published anonymously on 23 December 1823. Today it is attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, though some claim it was written by Henry Livingston Jr. (books and articles have been written on which of these men actually wrote the poem).

A Visit from Saint Nicholas gave us much of what we know today about Santa Claus, but that is for next week.

Nederlands: Sinterklaas tijdens het Het Feest ...

Nederlands: Sinterklaas tijdens het Het Feest van Sinterklaas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Thank You


I was just nominated for a blog award, for which I am very grateful. I will post about this and my nomination so, but I am pressed for time (running late right now actually).

Also this weeks article “I Believe” is a two part article with next week’s conclussion.

I would also be remiss if I did not thank Kurt for getting my computer back up and running (better than before). It is hard to find IT guys you can trust and rely on 100%, and Kurt is mt guy. Thank You Kurt.

 

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Jeff


I went to a funeral today, in the rain. My grandmother always said that rain during a funeral was tears from the angels. I did not know Jeff as well as I wanted too, and that was my fault. I have spent too much time as a gad-about, always leaving people and places behind. It has become easy to be friendly, but not too friendly.

 

I had picked out my dark suit for the funeral. Looking at it on my bed, I put it back. I grabbed my favorite light color suit. I was not going to mourn today; I wanted to celebrate the life of a good man.

 

Jeff was the first person I met when I transferred to the plant I work at now. Even then he struck me as different. The company I work for has over 12,000 employees, so remembering one person in particular is a big order. The last time I saw Jeff was a few years ago. He had 25 years with the company and had just taken a buy-out. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said he had a sugar maple camp and made maple syrup. I told him I would have to try some of his maple syrup, and he said I was welcome anytime. Not the normal well intended but hollow welcome people give one another either. No, he looked me in my eyes and shook my hand when he said it. Jeff’s welcome was warm and sincere; he wanted to see me sometime.

 

At a company, as large as ours, we lose several people a year. I do not go to the funerals. Though, today I felt compelled. I did not know why. I arrived and sat in the back row of the church in the corner. For an hour and a half I saw tears from a church full of people who mourned the loss of a dear friend, father, husband, and son. I also saw the tears from overwhelming laughter. You see, Jeff was a bit of a practical joker. Many of the thoughts people shared with us during the service were examples of his genuine great sense of humor. He was a man who could laugh with you, and at himself, but never at you. Like the time he was going to show some girls, at his house for a birthday party, how to ride a horse. You guessed it, he got bucked off. Later he lured them in to the kitchen to “watch two hairs fight”. When the girls had their faces close to the plate of water, watching the two hairs, down came Jeff’s hand splashing water over them all.

 

Jeff was many things to many people. He had a strong faith in God and a love of people. He sought out one man who had lost his wife, and was lost in his grief. Jeff comforted him. When people had a need he gave. He would mow a yard or leave firewood without saying a word to anyone. Jeff always left the recipient to wonder who his benefactor was. Jeff had compassion for all people. His family was his greatest love (after God). When Jeff and Deb wanted their four children to have a better education, they gave it to them. They educated themselves, so they would be able to educate their children, and they have done an outstanding job. Jeff was a doer.

 

Jeff had integrity, real integrity. You see integrity is a very small thing. Honesty and sincerity. That’s it, just two things. Over the last few years I lost my integrity. Oh, I am still honest, but I lost my sincerity. Over the last few years skepticism and sarcasm have replaced sincerity in my daily life. It has happened too many of us in the last few years. But, not to Jeff. Jeff, for 48 years, was always honest and sincere. Some might say brutally honest, without the brutality. Jeff was always straight forward, never mean, but always true to his beliefs.

Jeff had many gifts which he gave freely too those around him; compassion, friendship, faith, knowledge, time, love, humor, loyalty ,and sincerity (to name just a few).

As I left the church I realized everyone had their headlights on, and not just the funeral procession (it was still raining). Yes, they should be on, we all lost something today. When a great man leaves us we all lose a little. Jeff was a great man, but I still did not know why I felt compelled to be here. We need men like Jeff, but there are also other great people we have lost this year, why Jeff.

 

I knew why all of these people were here, but I still did not know why I needed to be here. I drove back with only the sound of my windshield wipers. Sad, but grateful. Grateful because I finally realized why I had to come and honor Jeff. Jeff had one more gift he needed to give. Jeff needed to give me back my integrity.

 

Thank you Jeff.

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Christmas during Colonial America


I love articles about Christmas … my favorite holiday.

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I have had several of you ask me about how true are the wreath decorations of Colonial Williamsburg. So true to form, I did some research to confirm their authenticity. In my research I came across some interesting information on customs and traditions of Christmas within the colonial period.

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During the colonial period in Virginia, the Christmas season followed a four week period of Advent. Most Virginians were devout Anglicans and they would have observed a period of fasting, prayers and reflection. They would have read daily from the Book of Common Prayer. Fasting would have been only one full meal, which generally would have been meatless during the day. After the four weeks, they would end with a Christmas meal and the start of the Christmas season.

Did you know that most of New England didn’t celebrate Christmas during the colonial period? Christmas was outlawed in most of New…

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The Unexpected


We are having an electronic problem. We are having repairs done, and we will use backup sources to continue our articles as best we can. Thank you.

 

My intended article “I Believe” is postponed till next week. I have someone else I want to share with you this week.

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