I’ve wondered for years why most Christmas music makes my skin crawl. Then yesterday, in church, as we were singing, “Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King,” this quote from Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby popped into my head.
- Ricky: Dear Tiny, Infant, Jesus…
- Carley: Hey, um, sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don’t always have to call him baby. It’s a bit odd and off-puttin’ to pray to a baby.
- Ricky: Look, I like the Christmas Jesus best . . .
It was sad in a funny sort of a way in a secular movie (that I’m not necessarily endorsing, by the way) but it’s just sad in the church. I don’t know about you, but I don’t worship a newborn baby.