Trinity Church, (Beaver, PA)
"Be Ye Perfect (or Complete, or Mature)..."
Every December 24th my family—on my mother’s side—comes together to celebrate the holidays. Only we don’t actually celebrate Christmas. Instead, being good Reformed/agnostic Jews, we celebrate each other’s company and catch up on happenings of the past year. We eat potato latkes, listen to Hanukkah songs, and say “uh vey” quite a bit. I always look forward to Christmas Eve, for it never fails to be my favorite day of the year.
With that said, my family is a loud and opinionated bunch—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. They’ve got their opinions on sports, celebrities, and fashion, but they save their most passionate speech for issues of politics. You see I’m from New Jersey, and in Jersey most people are pretty liberal. Being fairly politically apathetic myself, I enjoy hearing my family rant about health care, the war, and especially Sarah Palin because—quite frankly—it’s entertaining.
My family is concerned about great things. They hope to see the poor no longer go hungry, they hope to see peace reign supreme, and they hope to see bipartisan polarization extinguished. And while all these are good things, something always bothered me about the way we talked about these things. And I couldn’t put my finger on what it was until I read a book by the Catholic novelist Walker Percy called The Moviegoer.