Less a proper blog post than a thought, perhaps to amplify later.
I've read -- but forget where -- that Christmas is the time when Protestants become (more) Catholic. A higher regard for the saints and the generous use of medieval images come to mind. Not just the "you and me Jesus" focus that, in its own simplified way, places the Protestant ethos.
Which, is a bit weird for Unitarian Universalists, except perhaps for a small minority of the Christians who are already looking at this religion askew. Sometimes we seem like Protestants -- certainly in our forms and structures -- without Jesus. Something akin to "my experience with an uncertain universe" but with Sunday meetings and urn coffee.
Christmas is one of the times that flips that. Less the art than the songs and -- if you're using scripture at all -- the biblical narrative. It's hard to talk about a birth without considering the mother, and especially so when she's one of the world's well-loved religious figures and objects of projection. Particularly in an era where we're more consciously trying to hear the testimony of women.
So far, Mary's been a safe bet as the role of Jesus' mother. But what ought we, might we say about her -- even to her -- once the boy is up and walking? Something to ponder.