The Real Santa (from The Hidden Kingdom)

So we have this legend, this tradition — a jolly old man with a white beard and funny old clothes who showers those of us lucky enough to reside in Christendom with gifts on December 25 in honor of Jesus’s birth.

We Christians in the Western World are the spiritual children of the Hebrew Patriarch Abraham, according to conventional interpretation. It is in fact my contention, and I have accompanied it with Scriptural and historical evidence, that we are also the long lost biological children of Father Abraham, being at our core the Lost Kingdom of Israel. But to call someone a “Son of Abraham” is, in our society, to label him a Jew, and Christians have not been known for holding this distinction in the highest of regards. And yet we do have this jolly old Semite, with a beard and funny clothes, in our Biblical ancestry — the Father of the Faithful into whose bosom believers are folded when they pass from this life, this according to the parable of the “Rich Man and Lazarus,” told by the Lord Jesus Himself.

Abraham is our benefactor, whose heirs we are. All the promises of national greatness, glory and abundance, of which we in the West — and in the United States in particular — are obvious beneficiaries, come from him through his progeny to us, whether you believe us to be his spiritual or biological heirs, or both. He is really our “Father Christmas”, who, upon the coming of the Son of God to earth and into our hearts, has showered us with the riches stored up for the children of the Kingdom of God on Earth. Our Christian antecedents have put him in a red suit, sent him to the North Pole and named him after a Christian Saint so that they wouldn’t identify themselves as brethren to the “Christ Killers,” as they so unjustly and scornfully called those descended from the same son of Jacob as the Lord Jesus himself.

But we are their younger brothers, no matter how you slice the philosophical/anthropological/ theological pie. We have had “The Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat” draped over our shoulders and are reveling in the Prodigal’s welcome-home feast.

Everyday is Christmas for us in the Christian West — for the time being, anyway — thanks be to God, and to Father Abraham. (read more)