Faith lived through family and community

I suggested to my six-year-old that Christmas is first about the birth of Jesus and second about the presents. His honest little soul responded, “Maybe for you, Mom.”

I knew how he felt as I wondered if Christmas, for me, was more about family than about the birth of Christ. Though I no longer anticipate Santa’s arrival, my anticipation for getting together with my cousins is just as strong.

My cousins and I grew up almost as siblings. Some of us went to the same grade school. We lived walking distance from one another in Pittsburgh. We got together for every event: Christmas, Easter, the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, birthdays, school plays, athletic events, Sunday dinner.

Of the almost weekly gatherings, Christmas was the most special. Our traditions pre-date my birth. For over 40 years, my Sicilian grandmother presided over her four children, their spouses and her eleven grandchildren. We gathered in one home or another, with, of course, an abundance of food. While our parents had loud and lively discussions (much of it in Italian-accented English), my cousin Kathy led us younger children in creating a play or musical that we would perform for the adults later in the evening. Opening our gifts, one at a time, took forever, with Grandma getting the most (one from each of us!). We always concluded the evening by singing a lively refrain of “We wish you a Merry Christmas.”

Over time, the make-up of our group changed. We went to college and brought home friends who had nowhere else to go. Most of us got married and some of us had children. Some dear relatives passed away. For a few years, it wasn’t certain whether our Christmas gatherings would continue. Some had jobs that required them to work on Christmas day. Others felt the pull of spending Christmas with our in-laws. We tried different venues, one year holding the party in a function room to minimize the work, but afterwards we all agreed that it felt too impersonal.  We tried breaking up into our now-larger nuclear families to start new traditions, but we missed our time together.

Eventually, we settled into the tradition that I now anticipate each year. My cousin Cathy hosts the party at her home. (Yes, we have two cousin C/Kathy’s, plus two Tony’s and one Antonio.) This year, 29 of us gathered to eat our traditional sausage and peppers (which were the best ever this year), ham, chicken, lasagna, potatoes, salad, green beans and whatever vegetarian dishes Cyndi and I bring. Terry shares her amazing cookies alongside the other deserts. We reconnect through recounting stories of our lives and through building memories together as events unfold during the celebration.

Though the children no longer craft a performance for the adults, my children eagerly look forward to what they know in their soul is a special and fun time with their Pittsburgh cousins.  They play Wii and other video games, dance along to musical dance shows, and challenge each other to daring gymnastics feats.

Christmas day was perfect and wonderful though nowhere did we explicitly talk about God. We didn’t tell the story of Jesus’s birth. We didn’t even say grace out loud as we spread all over the house eating our dinner. As important as family is, did I lose the meaning of Christmas?

Then I read this article from the NYTimes (which has nothing to do with Christmas) and realized that two statements from that article linked my beliefs and my actions:

I really do believe that God enters the world through us.

God came to earth through the birth of Jesus, but he also appears through each of us, every moment of every day, as we show this in our actions and interactions.

Faith is lived in family and community, and God is experienced in family and community.

Gathering with those we love is faith lived.

I experience my faith and God in the richness of connections with my family and my community when…

  • my heart expands as I treasure the stories shared
  • I feel part of something larger than myself as I am woven into the memories I get to create with others.
  • I am honored to bear witness to everyday events – the laughter, frustrations, sorrow, puzzlement, growth, peace, joy – anything that someone is willing and brave enough to share with me.

It takes a leap of faith to open up in this way, just as I take a leap of faith when I open myself to share with you.

Like faith, our interpersonal connections defy logic and explicit description, and they are larger than anything we can create on our own. And this feels like God to me.

Thank you for allowing me to experience God and my faith through my connections with you, and thank you for sharing all that with me. And anytime that you are with even one other person (or more), I hope you are able to feel that as well.

Merry Christmas, love and blessings during this very holy season,

Marie

10 thoughts on “Faith lived through family and community

  1. I feel your faith and the presence of God in everything you write – even when you’re telling some woman off in a theater. After all, God was known to lose his temper a time or two! I’m glad you had a wonderful Christmas – May God bless you with a healthy, joyful New Year! Wishing you much love, my friend.

    Kathleen

    The happiest people don’t have the best of everything – they just make the best of everything!

  2. Merry Christmas and love to you, too, Marie! I can almost taste the sausage and peppers and I’ll bet you had pizzelles, too! Thanks for this beautiful post!

  3. You’re right, Marie – that’s why we “go to church”. without our brothers and sisters faith means nothing and our brothers and sisters express our faith, no matter what proper name is given to it. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

  4. Amen. Heaven on earth. Loved this and you. I’m guessing you a swooshing down the ski hill with your guys. Love that image. Hope you are feeling well. Again, adore you. xo

  5. Oh, Dear Sweet Marie — it’s so funny and touching to me when we both connect to a special NY Times article or essay, and simultaneously “post” it to the world. And your sweet stories of your cousins and family traditions in Pittsburgh help me to know you better. I’m still getting to know you! What a treat! Christmas this year was spent with ALL my family – 16 of us in a house Bursting-At-The-Seams in Michigan’s Western U.P. It is easy to remember the hard parts — tight quarters, whining toddlers & mediocre skiing. But we shared delicious meals (Greg is the Breakfast King), many laughs & offered each other gifts specially chosen (that is really the magic of presents, no? It is so special to have had someone deliberately contemplate what you might love and then make efforts on your behalf)…and of course we had the sparkling snow & woods. And children changing and growing every year, in ways so miraculous. And so it goes.

    I miss you, my friend. You inspire me every day, and that’s the truth.
    Love,
    Mary

    • Hi Mary,
      I think I checked out that article because of your post, but I loved it, too (obviously). I love that we are still learning new things about each other, and that we are still growing in so many ways!

      How incredibly cool that you all stayed in the same house. THAT is togetherness. Wow. It does sound so fun and over time, the tight quarters even make fond memories, the whining toddlers grow into interesting people (and you can remind them of how they once were!) and the skiing makes for good stories. But the breakfast king, the laughs and the presents — I love your description of why the presents are special and that shifted my attitude toward shopping for them! – what a great description of it all. Love that you have that.

      Thank you for all your kind and your fun words, your presence in my life as much as we are able to connect (love technology), and for making me so teary with love at your last line. You are a gift to me, for sure.

      Love,
      Marie

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