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Speculative Christmas, Episode III: A New Joy

Hmm. I wonder why they’re so happy?
| Dec 13, 2011 | No comments |

The third week of Advent is upon us. Just as our faith in God’s love, and the hope He promised, begins to waver, we light another candle, and its flickering glow reveals a parade of scruffy-looking nerfherders shepherds trotting toward Bethlehem, their voices brimming with joy and excitement.

Hmm. I wonder why they’re so happy?

Charles Dickens...sort of.

This week, I’d like to turn your attention to one of the oldest old-school works of speculative fiction: A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. It’s the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, a man who’s lost his joy, though we don’t understand that at the beginning of the story. All we see is “a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.”

Most of you are probably well-familiar with this story. As I was thinking about it today, I realized it also follows the pattern of the Advent wreath.

You don’t believe me?

Come along. Today, I’m the Ghost of Speculative Christmas. Rise, and walk with me.

Marley’s Ghost: the Prophecy Candle and voice of Hope

He's not seeing double. This is called "dramatic license."

One Christmas Eve, after a long, hard day of evicting widows and orphans and counting his gold sovereigns, Scrooge retires to his drafty apartments with a bowl of gruel, and he’s confronted by the horrifying spectre of his old business partner, Jacob Marley. Marley is doomed to an eternity of wandering about the world, without the power to intervene for good, and he’s burdened by an enormous length of ectoplasmic chain—the weight of his sin. He warns Scrooge that a similar fate awaits him if he does not change his ways, but a fragile hope remains. To that end, Marley has arranged for Scrooge to be haunted on three successive nights by three spirits, who will lead him down the path to righteousness.

The Ghost of Christmas Past: the Bethlehem Candle and voice of Love

"Flying's easy. Landing is more difficult."

The first spirit takes Scrooge on a whirlwind tour of his youth, where we learn how he came to be the decrepit, penny-pinching miser we know. To our surprise, we discover that Scrooge’s early life was lonely at times, but not miserable. His older sister loved and cared for him. He was intelligent and hardworking, and enjoyed the example of a generous employer. He wooed and won the heart of a beautiful young lady, but lost her when his lust for the power and security of wealth led him astray and accelerated his descent into hard-hearted bitterness. The spirit’s travelogue of self-examination leaves Scrooge shaken and overwhelmed: “Leave me! Take me back! Haunt me no longer!”

The Ghost of Christmas Present: the Shepherds’ Candle and voice of Joy

"Sing it, Ebenezer! Five...goooolden...riiiings!"

An evening with the jolly Ghost of Christmas Present, passing invisibly among the merrymakers of London and the countryside beyond, reminds Scrooge of the abandoned joys of his early life and reveals that wealth is irrelevant to true happiness. His eyes are also opened to the plight of his poor clerk, Bob Cratchit, whose family celebrates Christmas with gusto despite their privation and the illness of their youngest child, Tiny Tim. That brave little boy moves Scrooge to a novel emotion—compassion. As the spirit ages and dwindles, he reminds Scrooge that there are many others he has denied his sympathy and mocks him with his own callous words: “Are there no prisons?…Are there no workhouses?'”

The Ghost of Christmas Future: the Angels’ Candle and voice of Peace

He's the strong, silent type.

Peace seems an odd theme for Dickens’ final spirit, but by the time he appears, Scrooge is beginning to understand the purpose and value of these strange visitations and accepts the spirit’s guidance without protest. He has come to terms with the reality of his plight and his role in creating his own misery. However, he learns that merely acquiescing to the truth isn’t enough—the shadows of the future still forecast his ultimate despair and doom. Scrooge’s soul will never experience peace without a change of heart. He must repent. The shattering revelation of his own mortality, near at hand, inscribed upon a tombstone, provides the crisis that prompts his transformation. He awakens to a brilliant Christmas morning, amazed to discover his journeys have taken only a single night, and grateful he still has time to make good on his promise to reform: I am here — the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will!

"I'd like to make a large donation to charity...and offer you this cozy scarf."

In the aftermath of his travels through the unseen world, we see the fruits of new life in Scrooge. He falls to his knees and offers glory to Heaven. He’s inundated with joy, a baptism that leaves him “giddy as a drunken man.” He leaves his dank, musty lair to gaze in wonder at a city full of people he’d hardly noticed before. He goes to church. He begins to reconnect broken family ties and makes the welfare of Bob Cratchit and his brood his personal responsibility. Most significant of all, the changes stick. His changed heart and newfound generosity, both emotional and material, characterize him forever after, despite the skepticism of a few acquainted with the old Scrooge:

He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.

May our own journey through Advent bring us joy and transformation in like measure, and as Tiny Tim observed, “God bless us, every one!”

Tidings of comfort and joy.

UPDATE: Stephen has a great post in our archives that offers more insights and historical background on Dickens’ beloved Christmas tale. Check it out here.

Fred was born in Tacoma, Washington, but spent most of his formative years in California, where his parents pastored a couple of small churches. He graduated from the U.S. Air Force Academy in 1983, and spent 24 years in the Air Force as a bomber navigator, flight-test navigator, and military educator. He retired from the Air Force in 2007, and now works as a government contractor in eastern Kansas, providing computer simulation support for Army training.Fred has been married for 25 years to the girl who should have been his high school sweetheart, and has three kids, three dogs, and a mortgage. When he's not writing or reading, he enjoys running, hiking, birdwatching, stargazing, and playing around with computers.Writing has always been a big part of his life, but he kept it mostly private until a few years ago, when it occurred to him that if he was ever going to get published, he needed to get serious about it. Since then, he's written more than twenty short stories that have been published in a variety of print and online magazines, and a novel, The Muse, that debuted in November 2009 from Splashdown Books, which was a finalist for the 2010 American Christian Fiction Writers Carol Award for book of the year in the speculative genre. Speculative fiction is his first love, but he writes the occasional bit of non-fiction or poetry, just to keep things interesting.

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Galadriel
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Considering all the adaptations of A Christmas Carol, this is definately an interesting point. Even though I’ve seen the advent wreath, I never knew that each candle has a meaning, which makes it much  more interesting.

Caprice Hokstad
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Fred, this is a lovely “lesson” showing why Dickens’ A Christmas Carol is so ageless. I clicked over here because of the Muppet version being my personal favorite, and I think that’s because, while taking some obvious “dramatic license”, it’s very true to Mr. Dickens’ intent and spirit and has a LOT more direct quotes from Dickens than any other “children’s” version I know of. Before the Muppets, I found this tale either silly (Mickey Mouse et al) or too dark and depressing (just about every other live action dramatic version) even when it got to the end. Michael Caine is the first actor to make me see Scrooge as sympathetic and pitiful, someone I could RELATE to instead of hate and write off. That makes the story PERSONAL and oh so much more meaningful. I have this movie on DVD and I watch it at least once every Christmas season.  I find myself singing the songs from this movie as much as any traditional carols. And Belle’s song literally brings tears to my eyes every doggoned time I watch it. Thanks for the post.

Maria Tatham
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Well done, Fred! God bless us, everyone–yes! 

You deserve a gift–sorry that it’s not the best!

  
There once was a man named Fred,
who had a store of good stuff in his head, 
all these truths he never forgot,
but mulled over them quite a lot. 

  
  
  

   

Maria Tatham
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Glad you like it!
Maria

Jeremy McNabb
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Jeremy McNabb

I read A Christmas Carol again this Christmas while working on a homage to it. Until then, I hadn’t realized how well the Muppets had captured it. The Disney version made Scrooge’s nephew out to be an idiot, when Dickens had obviously intended him to be the benevolent equal to Scrooge–intelligent, but generous.

I really loved the parallel to advent that you pulled out of this. Thanks so much for taking the time to share it. 

Bethany A. Jennings
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The Muppets’ Christmas Carol is indeed amazing!  It’s one of my favorite Christmas movies, and one of my favorite quotes originates from it (“I am here for the food!”).  🙂  Interesting how you can go through it like an Advent wreath…

Rebecca LuElla Miller
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Fred, thanks for walking us through the story.  For a number of years, I made A Christmas Carol, in some version or other, part of my Christmas tradition. Your delightful recap paralleling the Advent season reminds me why. You vividly brought back the scenes from the story. Thanks so much.

 

Becky