The Manger and Our False Beliefs

One of the best ways to learn more about your own culture is to go live within the context of another.  I never had a greater growth spurt in my own understanding of American social mores and beliefs than when I spent time overseas.

For example, in some countries they actually have to teach the children to ask “How are you?” and to respond: “I’m fine” when they are learning English.  This is a funny thing to them.  What does that really mean?

Seriously.

What does the question AND the response mean?

When you ask them how they are doing you will not get “fine”.  You will hear about how they are doing.  They assume that if we are asking we really want to know.

What an interesting idea.

But, you don’t have to move across the ocean to gain a cross-cultural understanding of the foundational, albeit false, beliefs that we tend to stand on.

The manger scene will be more than enough.

There are many, many theories and techniques applied in counseling.  Therapists and counselors tend to choose to use a couple of theories that match their understanding of human beings and their own personalities.  One very popular theory is Cognitive Behavioral Theory.  In simple terms, this theory teaches that our BEHAVIORS follow our COGNITIONS (or thoughts).  So, the therapist works at helping a person confront and change false thoughts…also known as false beliefs…holding to the idea that once those thoughts and beliefs (cognitions) are changed, unwanted behavior will follow.

Here’s the problem with CBT.  How many of us KNOW in our heads what is right, but still have the darndest time changing our behaviors…and feelings.  If not done well, CBT can ignore a very strong and persuasive part of the “cognition leads to behavior” pattern: emotional experiences.

That is why some of the oldest “enemies” of CBT, proponents of the various theories of “depth work” such as Object Relations, argue that you cannot simply change false beliefs and hope for LASTING change.  False beliefs will reemerge without a corrective experience.

There has to be a “corrective” emotional experience.

Come on.  You’ve had one of those before…a corrective emotional experience.  I write about it in the post, Emails, Apologies, and Corrective Experiences.  It’s when, based on past relational patterns, you expect for a person to respond in one way, but instead they respond in another.

It is almost like the ultimate emotional cross-cultural experience.  The kind of experience that helps you suddenly SEE what kind of relational culture you have been living in for what it is.  It is liberating.

It sets you free.

Sometimes, as a culture we develop our own “false beliefs”, or cognitions.  These false beliefs impact our behavior.  But, it takes more than reading new information to really make a lasting change.

We need a corrective, emotional, cross-cultural, life-changing experience.

Again, the manger scene…let’s see how it confronts some of our cultural beliefs and offers a corrective, emotional experience.

The manger scene is THE cross-cultural experience.

False belief #1: What you see is what you get

We tend to believe that what we see is truth.  We see someone behave in a certain way that we think means one thing and we believe what we see without stopping to wonder if more is going on.

So much emphasis is put on what we see with our eyes.  The media and market capitalizes on this false premise.  And, we tend to fall for it every time.

At the manger scene we see a poor family with a mother giving birth to her first child among animals.

A family of little consequence…right? That is what we see.  You and I have the privilege of knowing that is not what we get.

Over and over again, Jesus goes against this cultural false belief.

What you see is so rarely what you get.

Jesus, from the beginning calls us to “come and see” (John chapter 1)…really see.  Seeing with Jesus requires time and understanding…relationship.

False Belief #2: If you’re rich or successful you’ve done something right

A false belief that seems to get passed around, often unspoken, in our capitalistic, market driven culture is that if you have money or are successful you are “blessed”…you have done something right and God is pleased.

There are plenty of wealthy people in the bible who pleased God and there are just as many who did not.  Likewise, there are many poor people God chose to bless and use even if their pockets never grew larger.

Jesus’ earthly family was poor.

POOR.

For some reason this truth hit me the other day.  Our Lord started in what we would likely consider poverty.  His parents apparently arrived in Bethlehem alone with no caravan and ended up as migrant workers, refugees in Egypt after they were warned of Herod’s intent.  Jesus spent the precious young, formative years of his life as the child of transient workers.

There are many warnings about wealth and the pursuit of riches in the bible.  I do not think God is opposed to wealth.  He wants to use it for His kingdom in appropriate ways at appropriate times.

However, I do think that our culture forgets that God does not favor the high in status.

He chose to send His only son into the world through the context of poverty.

False Belief #3: If you do what you’re supposed to do everything will be ok

Jesus begins to counter this belief from the very beginning.  Although Galatians teaches us that we will “reap what we sew”, that does not mean that life will be “fair” on earth.  Jesus is humble, good, and all things pure from the beginning…from his first moments in the manger.  Yet, we know that He will see a gruesome death.  Jesus does everything right, but still faces loneliness, His own tears and mourning, rejection from his peers, torture, and an unbearably painful death.

Of course, the story does not end there.  There IS victory, but only after great hardship.  Even for Jesus, doing everything “right” does not mean avoiding hard times.  Very hard times.

Sometimes we can see people going through hard times and falsely believe that it must mean they aren’t doing something “right”.

I wonder if anyone thought that about Jesus when he was being beaten in Jerusalem.

These false beliefs influence how we behave…how we see and treat one another and ourselves.  I am sure you could come up with many more.  It is time we have a corrective emotional experience at the manger…time to confront our false beliefs about what is good, what is right, what is worthy.

It is time to remember we still serve a Savior who was born in a manger, which counters many false beliefs in our culture, but is also time we spend some time with the Savior Himself…it is in that relationship we will find the greatest corrective emotional experience along with the Truth that counters every false belief “that sets itself up against the knowledge of God” (2 Corinthians 10:5).

Why I Let My Children Play With Elves

One of the great debates around Christmas time for Christians is whether or not to encourage or allow the belief in Santa Clause.  I have friends and family on both sides of this debate so I want to be careful here.  I have a great deal of respect for the desire to keep the focus on Jesus and His birth at this time of year.  I want to encourage that focus, too.

And, yet, I allow my children…I encourage them even…to believe in Santa Clause.

We…my husband and I… don’t just stop there.  We also have elves that visit our house every year during this season.  Some would say that at best I am distracting from the message of Christ.  At worst I am lying to my children.

The line between fantasy and falsehood is delightfully fuzzy during childhood.  God created it to be this way and it is so important for a child to be able to play in this grey area.

In fact, the irony is that the more a child is allowed to play in this fuzzy, grey area, the better prepared he or she is for the realities of adulthood.

The question remains: is it ok…perhaps even positive…to encourage fantasy in the life of a child?  My conviction is that it is not only positive…it is critically important.  And, the window of time is very, very small.

Too often adults approach children as though children think like we do.  They don’t.  Their brains are not the same as the adult brain.  In fact, it is dangerous to treat them otherwise…to not understand and acknowledge this difference.  They do not think thoughts like adults do.  They don’t hear like we do.  They don’t understand like we do.  They don’t believe like we do.  Their minds are incredibly fluid and pliable and the more their minds are exercised through the work of fantasy and imagination the stronger they become for what is sometimes the cruelties of adulthood.

In fact, it is children whose window of fantasy and imagination have been disrupted and have been exposed to adult things too fast that struggle with reality MORE in adulthood.  Let’s take an extreme example.  A child who is exposed to adult things at an early age…things that could be considered abusive even…can end up experiencing breaks from reality as adults as a way to cope.  It is almost like they are catching up in adulthood for never being allowed to be a kid.

I am guessing you know adults who demonstrate this childlike approach to adulthood…adults who struggle to keep down the realities of adult life…adults whose childhood was interrupted in some big or small way…adults who are trying to make up for lost time.

I see this dynamic a lot in my office.  I see parents who forget that children just want life to be normal after the divorce, after the illness, after the trauma.  They are tired of dealing with adult things.  No, they DON’T want to go to a therapist!  They want to go to basketball practice and to the playground.  Mom and dad are aware of the adult stuff through the trauma and if the child is depressed…it is probably from picking up the adult anxiety from mom and dad.  Children have been TOO aware, TOO in touch and are desperate to go back to childhood.  They need to know that they CAN talk if they want to and sometimes they do, but most of the talking will probably happen later…when their verbal and cognitive skills catch up to the adult issues they have been exposed to.  Kids need the safety and room to be kids.

Kids need to be kids.  And, a lot of being a kid is believing in things that are fanciful, magical, and flighty.

Adults are often very uncomfortable with this world.  It is a little too fluid for us.  We want them to come back to earth, get more concrete, KNOW what they believe, KNOW what is real.

The only problem is the the idea of reality is such a vapor to young children.  That is why so many of them lie!  Early in childhood they don’t know what a lie is!  What is real?  What is fantasy?  It is through fantasy and play that they figure these things out.  A famous child specialist once said: “Play is a child’s work”.  It is work we must tend to carefully.

I don’t think I am lying to my children when I go along with them and pretend that their imaginary friend is sitting next to them.  I don’t think I am lying when I pretend that the elves decorated our tree with underwear…again!

Someone might say that there is a difference between allowing a child to pretend and promoting it.  I disagree.  In fact, I think children often do not learn to pretend if parents do not participate and lead the way.

So, yes, I let my children believe in elves.  I have absolutely no qualms about it.  We participate in advent and talk about the real meaning of Christmas.  I KNOW my children know the true meaning of Christmas.  It reveals itself in our conversations at the dinner table and bedtime.  If along the way, for a relatively FEW years, my children pretend and play in a fantasy world of elves, Santa Clause, and bunnies, I think they could be the better for it.

Last night when I was tucking her in, my oldest, age 8, says to me: “Mama, we wrote letters to Santa in school today.  I almost put quotations around his name”. Then she smiles at me.

The meaning is clear.  Quotations.  As if he doesn’t exist.

I smile back at her.  I grieve a little bit as I walk out of her room.  I know she is on her way out of the magical world of early childhood.  She hasn’t left yet.  She still plays and pretends and makes up imaginary worlds in her room with her sister.  Still, I know it is coming.  I only hope I have protected her enough.  I only hope I have guarded her childhood heart and let her live her fantasy world out to its fullest.  I hope I was a good steward of those wonder years and didn’t expose her little mind to too much too soon.  I hope I didn’t interrupt her play with the world’s seriousness and gravity in a way that stole a single second of that precious time.

Imagination and fantasy helps a child learn to cope.  They help pave the way for learning and growing.  Creativity and this kind of play is a gift from God.  I look around and see the Enemy at work constantly to steal, kill, and destroy it.  And, he doesn’t mind trying from any angle.  He tries through the liberal left through what children are exposed to through the media.  He tries through the conservative right by the rigidity of religious rules.

I am standing in the gap for my children and fighting like a warrior for their childhood.  So, while I respect and appreciate the convictions of those who would think I am lying to my children…I hope you can see a little of my heart here and understand that I am just as strong in my own beliefs.  It is not a haphazard decision.  It is a decision I believe honors the creative work still being done in their little minds…minds that are still being formed…formed developmentally through play, fantasy, and imagination.

I don’t expect a big fallout with Eloise.  She seems to be fine with a smooth transition from belief to non-belief, from fantasy to reality.  I am sure I will have a conversation at some point with her about why we have chosen to let them believe.  Then, I will get to experience the next fun stage!

Eloise will likely be helping me plan the elf’s mischievousness next year.  I am sure she will have better ideas than decorating the tree with underwear!  I can’t wait!

Pa rum pum pum pum

            I think my favorite Christmas song is the Little Drummer Boy.  I am riding down the road a few years ago when this song comes on over the radio and its words grip my heart.  My mind clears of all other thoughts.  It is like a tender, sudden wake up call.  Since that moment in the car no other song rights my heart and centers my mind on the true meaning of Christmas than the rhythmic beat of this melody.  I am almost moved to tears every time.

            I picture the scene and there is this little boy…a poor little boy…and he just wants to bring the best gift he can bring to a king, to the King.  I imagine him looking around and then realizing that all he has is his drum.  There is no tangible THING in his possessions that he can give to this tiny baby.  He can only DO…and do nothing too exceptional at that…he can only do something he has always done, something he probably does everyday.

            I am more of a doer by nature than a giver.  I don’t really trust that I give the best or most thoughtful gifts.  I try.  I have fun shopping.  I really attempt to think of the person and their likes and interests.  I try not to buy something I would like so I think they would, too…I try to give something they will truly enjoy.  Still, I see myself more as a doer. 

            So this song captures my spirit, my self, meets me right where I am and turns me…my doing self…towards the Christ child.  I see myself as the drummer boy approaching the baby in His mother’s arms. 

I find myself saying: “I am a poor girl, too.  I have no gift to bring that’s fit to give the King.  Shall I play for You?”

            And, I imagine my drumming…my mothering, my husband loving, my working with clients, my teaching…and I see all of this as my drumming…and what I so want to picture, what I so want to have in response to my own “drumming” is His smile.  I want my drumming to please the newborn Christ.

            That is what I want this Christmas.

            So amidst all the cliché hustle and bustle and the wrapping and giving and eating, with all the parties and performances, I want more than anything to bring my gift to the King.  I want to play my drum and for Him to smile. 

            The “Colossians 3:23” message of this song transcends the Christmas season and prepares my heart and mind for the New Year.  It completely centers my whole reason for being. 

I am alive to play my drum. 

He is the only audience that matters. 

He is the only one I need to smile.

            I gently challenge and encourage you…when you listen to the Little Drummer Boy next time…to imagine yourself walking up to the King.  Imagine your own “drumming”…your own teaching, your preaching, your hair dressing, your stethoscoping, your deal making, your assembly line tending, your carpooling…and remember that really you only have one thing to offer the newborn Child this Christmas…your own drumming.  Relative to the King of Kings whose kingdom never ends, we are all poor children with no gift to match His endless riches.  We really only can say: “Shall I play for you?”  We each only can play our drum.

            It is drumming that the Father gives us to play in the first place.  It is like the message in Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis.  A father gives his son money so that the son can purchase a gift for his father.  The father, in essence, purchased his own gift.  The sweetness, the tenderness, the power of this story lies in the fact that the son chooses to give the gift in the first place.  This choice is what makes the father happy, what makes him smile.

Our Father gives us gifts to play for His Son.  It is His drumming He has created in us.  He is so happy when we choose to play for Him. 

            So, wake up, do your thing, drive to work tomorrow and imagine that you are driving to the newborn Christ. 

To play your drum.  Pa rum pum pum pum.

The Little Drummer Boy

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum. 

By Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati, and Harry Simeone (1958)