What it's all about

So a little boy in Taunton MA gets sent home from school and "ordered to undergo a psychological evaluation" after drawing this picture for an assignment to "sketch something that remind[ed him] of Christmas."

Stories here and here.

Now I know what you're thinking. "How dare the boy's teacher use the word "Christmas" in a public school!" No, actually you're not thinking that, because no normal, sane person thinks that way. But such (pardon the redundancy) insane political correctness (pervasive in our culture to the extent that Lowes now sells "Holiday Trees," and Target eschews the Salvation Army bell ringers at Christmas time) is a symptom of the sort of depraved mentality that would cause a teacher to be horrified by a depiction of one of the Stations of the Cross. Growing up Catholic, I observed images similar to this boy's depiction every day in Parochial school and every Sunday at mass. Does this boy's teacher, principal, superintendent, school board, etc., believe that parochial school should be closed, and all the students therein subjected to psychiatric evaluation?

But more to the point. My first response when I read this article was "when I think of Christmas, I am reminded of the crucifixion too." Of what does this idiot teacher suppose Christmas is to remind one? Santa? Tell the kid to draw a picture of Santa. Or a tree. Or Washington crossing the Delaware on Christmas night, 1776 (as if there's anything laudable in THAT). The point is, for a lot of people, Christmas is about the first six letters in the word "Christmas." For a lot of people, it is about Jesus Christ coming into the world. So that He could preach that He is "the way, the truth and the life," and that none would come to the Father except through Him; to demonstrate, through miraculous signs and wonders, that He was who He said He was (and is)--God; to raise up and train the men who would lead His conquest of souls, and then, most importantly, to die. Jesus Christ was born to die. To be slain, as payment for the sins of mankind. And to rise, as Lord and Savior to all who would believe in him and receive his atonement for them.

It is impossible for me to think about Christmas and not think about the fact that it is about a little baby who was born precisely to die. For me. I don't know that an eight year old could have drawn a more appropriate picture of the meaning of Christmas. If anyone needs psychiatric help, it's his teacher.