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Scrooged! What We All Miss in Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’

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When reading written works, most people apply the lessons learned to other people. Few have mastered the art of applying a lesson to oneself.

When we read the Bible, we easily see the sin of others while excusing ourselves of our own sin. Or, redefining our own sin so it’s not sin. Or, reframing it so it does not seem so bad. I digress.

When we read the classics like “A Christmas Carol,” by Charles Dickens, we identify a villain (Ebenezer Scrooge), and we apply a lesson to the villains in our lives (the greedy rich.)

I mean, isn’t that the moral of “A Christmas Carol?” Greed hurts others and will lead you to an untimely death?

And since I am not rich, and I am not withholding anything from anyone else, it makes sense that this is a lesson intended for others. And, I should be the one to tell the greedy rich capitalist that he is responsible for Tiny Tim’s death.

The problem with that interpretation is that it lets me off the hook too easily.

Classic literature, like “A Christmas Carol,” always carried a message. Authors saw an injustice, or a fallacy in society, and crafted intricate stories to illustrate their points.

Harper Lee did it in “To Kill a Mockingbird.” George Bernard Shaw was a master at this art, especially in his work, “Major Barbara.” John Steinbeck was a major progressive voice in his novels “The Grapes of Wrath” and “The Pearl.”

Their messages were sharp. Their indictments were merciless. They pulled no punches as their laid out the evidence that would convict society.

This is why these works are read in high school and college classrooms. Not so much to promote the messages contained therein, but rather to teach students to analyze written works in light of their context, and to think.

With “A Christmas Carol,” Dickens was no different. While most people see Bob Crachit as the protagonist, and Scrooge as the villain, the story actually has more to do with Scrooge than Crachit.

The reader was not intended to see himself in Crachit, rather, the reader was to see himself in Scrooge.

In Victorian England, life centered around religion, which all too often missed the Gospel and became self-righteous in nature. As a result, compassion for the poor was lost, and many treated the poor with contempt because they saw poverty as the rightful curse of a sinful lifestyle.

Dickens saw this cruelty first-hand as a child, when his father was thrown into debtors’ prison and he was forced to sell his book collection and go to work. He saw the effects on the many children who were denied education and placed in the mines and the mills.

So, Dickens creates a character who is wealthy, who has disdain for the poor, and who is leading a life that is as harmful to society as it is to himself as the protagonist. And, to make sure the Victorian reader’s sympathy lay with this despicable protagonist, Dickens sets the surrounding characters as people whom the Victorian reader wouldn’t dare admit to sharing commonalities with… the poor.

In the story, Scrooge is unloved as a child, faces poverty in his youth, but works his way up into a partnership with Jacob Marley, and lifts himself out of poverty. Then, he becomes the insufferable miser who is too cheap to allow Marley more coal to stay warm and refuses to allow a full day off for Christmas.

The thing about Scrooge is that he never demands from anyone else what he has not demanded from himself.

Scrooge is not sitting in a warm office while Crachit freezes in the foyer. Scrooge is just as cold. Scrooge is not taking a week off for vacation on Christmas while demanding Crachit work through the holiday. Scrooge is working as well.

Scrooge is not basking in luxury while Crachit’s family starves. Scrooge is thrifty, and barely spends anything on himself.

When Scrooge is asked for donations, his responses (Are there no prisons, are there no workhouses), are rooted in his demand that everyone do what he has done. Work hard, save money, provide for yourself.

And when Scrooge said to let the poor die and decrease the surplus population, he was expressing no value in human life, if that human life was not willing (in his mind) to sustain itself by all means necessary.

What Dickens captures in Scrooge is self-righteousness, and a disdain for anyone who has not attained to his level of self-sufficiency (which is Scrooge’s standard of righteousness.) Scrooge is a man who believes he pulled himself up by his own bootstraps, and everyone else should do the same.

Essentially, what Dickens was presenting in the character of Scrooge was the Victorian manifestation of Pharisaism. I earned it. I’m better. God is pleased with me.

It’s not until Scrooge is faced with eternal judgment (death) by the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come that he reconsiders his ways. Having realized that his life and value system leads to death, Scrooge repents. Scrooge then emerges on Christmas Day a new man, one who is benevolent, generous, and cares about the plight of Crachit and his family, as well as the poor at-large.

This change in Scrooge is one reason why many see the Christian theme of redemption and salvation in the novel. And perhaps Dickens was trying to demonstrate to his predominantly Christian audience what redemption looks like.

Mainly, however, Dickens was calling his audience to repentance from their sins of pride, self-righteousness, and hatred of the poor.

Again, it is human nature to take these themes and apply them to others. We all know people that are self-righteous, bigoted, and who harm others by their selfishness. However, Dickens’ plan is for us to see ourselves in the Scrooge character.

Right now, our culture hurts. We are being ravaged by political fighting, economic uncertainty, divisive messaging in the news media, and a constant assault on our way of life.

It would be easy for us to fall into the “us vs. them” way of thinking, and to drift into the destructive lifestyles of self-righteousness. Instead, let’s remember that we are blessed because God shed His grace upon us. And instead of trying to defeat “them,” let’s try to win them over.

Like Scrooge began to share his wealth with others, let’s share the grace with which God has blessed us with others.

When the people of God view life through the Gospel lense, and live accordingly, there is no limit to what God can do.

Why So Mad at Phillies Karen?

From time to time, a seemingly insignificant event is caught on camera, and it galvanizes the nation. Such an event took place this past week at a Phillies/Marlin game.

A homerun was hit into the upper deck of the left field seats, which, as usual, prompted a massive scurrying of fans to collect the much-coveted souvenir. A father came away with the ball and handed it to his son.

This situation plays itself out hundreds of times throughout the course of every baseball season. A ball is hit into the stands, fans scurry for it, the victor claims his prize, and on some occasions, there is a confrontation over who the rightful owner of the ball is. Again, this happens all the time.

What happened this time, however, is that the lady confronting the man over the ball was so adamant, the man wound up taking the ball from his son and giving it to her.

Recently, I took two of my kids to a Round Rock Express game. We got free admission to the left-field upper deck with the donation of canned goods. During the game, a homerun was hit into our section. My son pursued the ball, only to break off the pursuit when he saw the father of a young child going after it.

Again, these situations happen all the time.

Just me and a couple of my kids taking in a ballgame

So, why is the entire country mad at this one woman? Here’s why, and it’s an answer that the country is not ready to discuss at this moment.

A father taking his son out to a baseball game is one of the last remaining safe-havens of childhood. Few things remain as a part of childhood that are as pure, innocent, peaceful and fun as that.

Think about it. We still sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” during the seventh-inning stretch. That song is obviously written from a child’s viewpoint.

“Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks. I don’t care if we never get back.”

If you go to a minor-league game, you will see that the entire event (except for the beer sales) is centered around creating a wholesome event for the family… for parents and children.

Everything from the team name (What is a Sodpoodle anyway?), to the games they play between innings (Tricycle races, etc) which are usually played by kids picked at random from the stands.

Baseball is still America’s pastime. It is still where people go to leave their problems at the gate and enjoy some peaceful, fun time with the kids, and to make memories.

There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats. Dell Diamond, Round Rock, TX.

And… on occasion, the families are able to take home a souvenir, whether it is a t-shirt shot into the crowd, or a baseball hit into the stands. The baseball is the ultimate prize. You take home a piece of the game, handled by the actual players, and catching it (or retrieving it) is the ultimate accomplishment.

To have your dad catch a homerun ball at a major league game? That’s the kind of formative memory that sticks with you. That’s a story you tell your grandkids when they come visit you in the nursing home 70 years later.

This is why, when Shannon Stone died trying to catch a ball for his son at a Texas Rangers game, it became a national tragedy. As a local reporter, I covered the funeral, stationed next to ABC News, Univision, ESPN, CNN and others.

If any other fan had died in the same way, it would have been written off as a tragic accident, and no big deal would have been made. But in this case, it was a father, looking for a souvenir for his son, who called out to Josh Hamilton for the ball. Reached out for the catch, lost his balance, and fell.

In a press conference following the tragedy, Rangers owner Nolan Ryan said, “This hits us at the core of who we are.”

As a way of helping fans grieve, recover and move on, the Rangers erected a statue of Stone and his son outside the gates of the stadium, to remind us who we are, and why we bring our kids to the game.

Which brings us back to Phillies Karen. The father catching (or retrieving) the ball for his son is an emblematic moment, in this case shattered by the selfishness of an irate individual.

The audacity not only offended fans at the game, but the TV commentators, the Phillies organization, and social media. Why?

Because without even realizing it, this moment encapsulates the ongoing war our culture has with the innocence of childhood.

Let’s be honest. Our culture is at war with childhood. The sad part is, that war was never officially declared. It just sort of happened. And those warring against childhood often don’t even realize that they are.

Like the situation with the baseball at the Phillies game was driven by the selfishness of adults, the war on childhood is driven by the selfishness of adults.

Kids can no longer just enjoy playing summer baseball. Now, every level of youth sports is seen as a preparation for the major leagues. Sure, the leagues now hand out participation trophies, but I believe that is even driven by the selfishness of adults.

Does a 5-year old joining his first T-ball team really hope the league prepares him for the next level? No. He just wants to play and have fun. It’s the parents who are looking for validation from the child’s on-field performance. And the problem is not limited to youth sports either.

Recently, Snoop Dogg drew criticism for saying he was afraid to take his grandkids to the movies for fear of having to explain same-sex relationships (and other adult themes) when they are depicted in children’s movies. Now, Snoop is shrugging off the controversy and stands by his statements, but that controversy raises another question…

When was the last time Hollywood truly produced a movie for kids?

When was the last time they produced something as benign as “Bambi,” as adventurous as “The Jungle Book,” as fantastical as “Mary Poppins,” or as sentimental as “The Land Before Time?”

When was the last time a movie was produced for kids for the sole purpose of taking them on a big adventure?

Today, even the children’s movies have an agenda to advance the cause of certain adult groups.

So, we’ve ruined youth sports. We’ve ruined movies. The kids cannot open a lemonade stand without getting a tax-use permit and a permit from the health department (because cities now lack the capability to distinguish between legit businesses and kids trying to pass the time and make a quarter.)

I could go on citing different examples from different areas of life, but that would be exhausting for both you and me. The war on childhood and the innocence thereof is a complex issue that requires much discussion.

And it’s hard to encapsulate that issue and how it truly makes us feel. That is, until a random stranger at a ballgame we aren’t watching takes a ball from a child whose father just gave it to him. Then it all comes to a head.

To a large degree, I believe some correction is needed on our part. We need to allow youth sports to return to the simplicity of a season played, with scores kept, wins and losses, and a champion crowned. But when the season is over, let the kids do something else for a while.

We need to let kids be in the moment, and enjoy the simplicity and the joy of the moment. Not every activity needs to be a preparation for a competitive career.

And finally, we need to quit making the minds of our children the latest battleground in the culture war.

We need to restore childhood to what it ought to be, an innocent period of discovery and imagination. A time of learning and of play.

If we accomplish that, angry adults may still take homerun balls away from kids during the game. But, if they do, it’ll be far less triggering.