Underlying the
debate, of course, (leaving aside the extent to which some of the opinions are
simply based on seeking a religious justification for discrimination on grounds
of sexual orientation) is the question of whether what is or is not a
‘marriage’ is something to be defined by civil society or by organised
religion. Whilst Christianity can
certainly lay claim to ownership of ‘holy matrimony’ (the clue is in the
adjective), the concept of ‘marriage’, in some form or other, certainly
pre-dates all of the religions which are today fighting for ownership of the
word.
It is, in essence,
a civil construct, and it is for civil society to determine what it means, and
to change the definition if and when we so wish. Whether religious bodies subsequently choose
to sanctify it in the name of their own particular god is, quite rightly,
entirely a matter for them to decide in line with their own rules about qualification. And civil society has the right, if it
wishes, to allow those religious ceremonies to have the same status as civil
ceremonies. The underlying principle is
about ‘rendering unto Caesar’, to use a biblical phrase.
This is the time of
year when we are regularly implored to remember the ‘true meaning’ of Christmas
as first and foremost a Christian festival.
Well, there’s certainly a clue in the name, although that can be lost
somewhat when shortened to Xmas. But for
the peoples of northern Europe at least, the idea of a festival – often
involving some of the activities which are most at odds with what we are told
is the ‘true meaning’ – at, or around, the time of the winter solstice
pre-dates Christ by thousands of years.
It is easy to
understand how, for early man, much more dependent on the vagaries of the
weather and the seasons than are we today, the point at which the days stopped
growing shorter and started lengthening would have had a profound significance, and
be just cause for celebration. With no
knowledge or understanding of the mechanism underlying that change, it must have
looked like an act of the gods.
In trying to gain
acceptance for their new religion the early wise men of the Christian church
knew what they were doing when Pope Julius I decided, without a shred of solid
evidence, that Christ’s birthday would be celebrated on December 25th
each year. It had nothing to do with
historical accuracy, and everything to do with an attempt to Christianise an
existing pagan festival. It worked too –
Saturnalia, Yule, and all the other names by which the winter solstice
celebration had previously been known were rebranded, and the new brand name
stuck.
But old habits die
hard; and underlying that acceptance of the new name and the new meaning, many
of the old traditions survived, and were simply incorporated into the new. This year’s census showed the extent to which
Wales, like the rest of the UK, is becoming
increasingly secular in belief. Coupled
with increasing globalisation, a purely religious festival would surely end up
being slowly relegated to the background as just another holiday. It retains its appeal, I suspect, largely
because it isn’t just a religious occasion; it’s a holiday which can be, and
is, celebrated by people of all religions and none. The power of the sun’s cycle is still there
as a primal force in all of us. Its meaning is whatever we want it to be.
So, whatever
meaning you ascribe to it and however you wish to celebrate it, enjoy the next
week or so. Borthlas will return,
refreshed, in the New Year.