Why the Church celebrate the Birth of Jesus on December 25th

There are many theories as to how the Church determined when to celebrate the birth of the Christ. Here is another one.

This is the time of year when we hear of arguments being raised against the display of nativity scenes in public places and the substitution of generic holiday greetings for ‘Merry Christmas’ in department stores and retail outlets. Initially, the argument was based on the constitutional separation of church and state, but motivated by an exaggerated fear of offending non-believers, the celebration of Christmas has been under attack. Even some practicing Christians have begun to retreat from celebrating Christ’s birth on December 25th because they have been told that the origins of Christmas are pagan and have nothing at all to do with God sending His Son.

Perhaps it is time that the full truth were known.

It is not exactly true to say that the Scriptures never mention the date of the birth of Jesus. Actually they do, since the Gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke all make it clear that Jesus died on the 14 of Nissan, a day which corresponded to March 25th in the Latin calendar or April 6 in the reckoning of the Greeks. The ancients believed that a person died on the day which marked his or her conception, and this is one reason why the Church celebrates the feast of Our Lord’s conception - the Annunciation - on March 25th and then counts nine months to His birth. This is also why the Eastern Catholic Churches celebrate the birth of Christ on January 6th, while we commemorate his Epiphany.

Do the Gospels contain any other information which would help us calculate when Christ was born? Indeed they do and while this may read somewhat like a mystery, if you follow closely you will gain a great insight.

First, turn to St. Luke’s Gospel, to the passage referred to as the ‘Canticle of Zechariah,’ in 1:5-24. The story tells of a high priest named Zechariah who had been chosen to offer the sacrifice of incense in the temple at Jerusalem. Outside, St. Luke tells us, the people were waiting for the priest to make his appearance, but inside the angel Gabriel appears to Zechariah to tell him that his prayer has been answered. Gabriel goes on to say that Zechariah and his elderly wife Elizabeth will conceive and bear a son, whom they are to name ‘John.’

Catholics are familiar with this story and remember that when the Angel’s promise comes to pass Zechariah and Elizabeth become the parents of John the Baptist. What most people fail to realize is that St. Luke has given us some important clues in his story concerning the birthday of Jesus. What Zechariah is celebrating in the Holy of Holies of the Temple is the Jewish Day of Atonement, called Yom Kippur. Even today on Yom Kippur, one week after Rosh Hoshanah, the Jewish New Year, pious Jews the world over will ask God to release them from their sins . Rosh Hoshanah generally falls in early to mid September (counting 183 days from Passover), so Yom Kippur falls in mid September, about the 21st of the month (although it can be as late as October).

Continuing to read in Luke (1:26-56) we come to the Annunciation of Our Lord, when Gabriel appears to the Virgin Mary, asking her to cooperate in the most significant event is history: the birth of Our Savior Jesus. Much can and has been written of this, but of relative importance to our question about when Christ was born is Luke’s note that this second annunciation occurred six months after Elizabeth had become pregnant.

Now this is where your math skills come in handy! Elizabeth conceives around September 21st and six months later is March 21st. This is the date that Mary conceives. The length of a woman’s pregnancy is 40 weeks, or 9 months and a couple of days. Add nine months and a couple of days to the date of Our Lord’s Annunciation in mid-March and we arrive at December 25th, Christmas Day, a date, which confirms the calculations made working backwards from the date of Our Lord’s crucifixion.

These were the same calculations that the early Church made when they chose December 25th for the annual celebration of the birthday of Jesus. While the pagan Romans were celebrating their feast of Saturn (the Saturnalia) from December 13th through the 18th, the Christians in the empire were preparing for a much more important celebration one week after the end of Saturnalia.

Romans celebrated no holiday on December 25th until the last quarter of the third century when Diocletian (Emperor from 284 to 305) made that day the “Feast of the Unconquerable Sun.” (Some scholars believe this was the work of Diocletian’s predecessor Aurelian.) Since there is clear evidence that Christmas was already being celebrated in the principal cities of the western empire, Diocletian’s new feast must have been meant to usurp the Christian holy day by turning the day into a pagan feast and a civic holiday.

Thus it was not the Catholic Church that introduced a pagan celebration into Christianity; but the pagans who attempted to usurp a Christian holy day. And now, as we hear it said, “you know the rest of the story

A Paul Harvey Christmas Story

Over the many years Mr. Paul Harvey told thousands of stories. He claimed that they were all true. And to my knowledge he never repeated the same story twice, with one exception. There was one story that he told every Christmas. I believe that Mr. Harvey was Irish and the Irish have a philosophy that one should never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I leave it to you to decide if this story is true or not. It is my prayer that you will be touched by this story then copy it and pass it along this season to someone you care for.

The story takes place on a small farm here in the Midwest. It was bitter cold outside. One of those mornings that even the walls seemed to radiate the cold. It was early, very early, still dark outside. One of those kind of mornings that made you wish to pull the covers even tighter around yourself, roll over and go back to sleep. But the man of the house just could not do that. He still had livestock to take care of. That needed to be fed and hopefully to get them some shelter against the elements. But mostly, he had to take an ax and chop the ice from the water trough.

All in all it took the better part of two hours to finish the chores and he was chilled to the bone. In addition, heavy snow was forecast for later in the day. By the time he got back to the house the sun was up and the family was moving about getting ready for Church. The thought of getting back out in the cold was just too much. All he wanted to do was to warm himself by the fire then settle into a comfortable chair with the Sunday paper. So his family left for Church without him.

After a short while he noticed from his easy chair that it had begun to snow and he was grateful that he was finally warm. Not much later he observed that it was now snowing quite hard and was starting to accumulate. If it kept up at this pace there would be a driving hazard in short order. Now he began to worry about his wife and wished that he had gone with them. His attention was now focused on the building storm outside and his anxiety levels were growing over concern for his family as well as the livestock that had to endure such weather.

Just about then he noticed a bird had come to his window and was pressed up against the glass in order to feel the warmth. The bird was too cold to be scared of him. He could understand that as he had been out in that not long ago himself. He felt sorry for any of God’s creatures who had to endure these elements. It was out of this compassion that he raised the window just a crack in order to let some air out but it seemed to let more cold in than warm out. This would not work.

Then he had an idea. He got up, dressed warm and went out to the barn. There he opened a small door, not a lot, but just enough to let birds in and out. There, while it would not be much warmer at least they would be out of the wind and snow and could find small amounts of grain on the floor. Alas, no birds entered the barn. If only he could speak their language he would explain to them his plan; how they could survive this storm in peace and relative comfort. He would explain that they need not fear him as he meant them no harm. He wished to provide a place where they could congregate with others in safety. If only he could speak to them in their own language. If only…..

Do you suppose that God had the same idea? First he gave us the garden filled with perfection and we made a mess of that. Then he gave us six righteous families and eliminated all evil with Noah. He gave us Moses and the law, not to mention judge’s kings and prophets. Then he sent his son that spoke our language. His son, Jesus, taught us that there was a better way, the way of love. Are we not better to God than a bird?

If you are weary of the struggle against the cold winds of the world or tired of fighting against the elements of this world consider coming back to Church this Christmas. Come in out of the cold. Will all your troubles go away when you walk in the door to the Church? No, probably not. But at least you will find people who speak your language. You will find people that will listen. There are people there who would be happy to be your friend. You will find God’s word proclaimed every day. It’s even possible that you will find a new Church home and Church family. Then maybe the world’s problems will seem a little lighter.

MISSION STATEMENT: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE UNASHAMED

 

In 1980 a young man from Rwanda was forced by his tribal leadership to either renounce Jesus or face certain death. He refused to renounce Jesus and was killed on the spot. A missionary found a note that he had written the night before in his hut. He wrote the fellowship of the unashamed. I stumbled upon this pledge and was struck by his commitment. I am humbled to think that I may not be strong enough to live up to this as a mission statement, but I’m going to attempt to grow into it. Are you capable of such a high ideal?

Author unknown

I am a part of the Fellowship of the Unashamed.

The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is in God’s hands. I am finished and done with low living, small planning, the bare minimum, smooth knees, mundane talking, frivolous living, selfish giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, applause, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, the best, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith. I lean on Christ’s presence. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with the power of God’s grace.

My face is set. My gait is fast, my goal is heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, and my mission is clear.

I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, let up or slow up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and spoken up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Christ. I am a Christian. I am a Catholic. I must go on until He comes, give until I drop, speak out until all know, and work until He stops me. And when He returns for His own, He will have no difficulty recognizing me. My banner is clear: I am a part of the Fellowship of the Unashamed.

 

Adapted from the original (author Unknown).

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