I wondered why things seemed so “quiet” on the internet and then remembered, oh yeah – Black Friday. I give all due credit to those hardy souls who are willing rise from their after-Thanksgiving exhaustion to brave the stores – particularly those awful “earlybird” sales – and get a large bit of Christmas shopping done. I tried it one year and decided, no. My abhorrence of crowds and my sense of personal dignity just couldn’t allow me to be herded about or shoved into running crowds to get 25% off on a sweater my niece probably would wear once.
I once actually saw two women quarrel over an item, just like in the movies, while Christmas shopping. I was very young, and knew everything at the time, so I blamed it on American materialism and its corruptive influence on the soul. Materialism CAN corrupt the soul, of course – as can capitalism untempered by compassion – but as I’ve matured, I’ve come to reject the easy and cynical course that finds “America” and its values to be at the core of every negative situation I encounter. Instead, I have decided to think of the aggression of the battling shoppers to be rooted in vulnerability. They’ve decided they want to purchase a particular item for someone they love. Perhaps this is how they express love. Perhaps they believe, subconsciously, that this is the only way they can be loved back. Perhaps this is a budgeted item and the only way they can afford to purchase it is at a heavily reduced price and – because they love – they’re willing to fight for it.
Looked at in this way, the “crassness” of all of this consumer excess seems less clear, and one finds oneself – as one does all too often, if one is paying attention – in the middle of yet another Holy Mystery. Love is the highest human aspiration, but when it lacks anchoring in something bigger than itself, it tends to drift a bit and take on some detritus (doubt, hurt, anger, self-hate) that gets into the workings and distorts the navigation, a little; in that case, suddenly love can lead us away from, and not toward, our best selves. And then where are you? You’re tugging on a toy with another shopper and sending all sorts of messages to your family and to the world-at-large, that you never intended to send. About yourself and your values, about your society, even about your nation.
Our excesses are usually rooted in love that has been somehow hurt or hurtful, and our healings almost always come about in surprising ways, if we simply allow God in and work diligently to follow his lead.
And you can boil that down to almost any situation. If you can realize that the reason you’re overdoing it at Christmas is because you know no other way to demonstrate your love, or know no other way to curry the love of others for you, you can let go of the “perfect” gift and – letting your center get quiet a little – go find another one that may end up being even more “perfect.” If you can admit that the reason you overindulge in other areas of your life, whether in food, drink, drugs, possessions is rooted in that same sort of my-love-got-dented vulnerability, you can curb the behavior – stop yourself in mid -bite, mid-drink or mid-purchase to ask, “what kind of love is this rooted in, what am I trying to prove, or fix. Can I, just for this moment, hand this off to God and ask him to lead me, another way, back to the perfect, undented, un-warped love that was always meant for me, was always my inheritance?”
Looking at things in this way gets involved, though; it certainly is easier (and more expedient) to indict crazy Christmas shopping (and Black Friday) as a symptom of all-that-is-wrong with your nation or your society. No wonder we fall back on “blame the crowd and keep pushing” right?
(UPDATE – frankly after reading this terrible story where shoppers took the hinges off the door and trampled a worker to death, maybe looking into the sorts of damaged hearts I so blithely wrote about can just get too scary. Ed Morrissey has more thoughts)
I can’t do the crowds, and while I know we’ve talked more than usual about shopping this season (and that’s odd when you consider the economy) I thought I’d point out a few sales going on, give you some first-hand feedback on things and also – if you still need ideas – let you know what some of your fellow Anchoress-readers have been purchasing.
Do you remember the other day I wrote about these Friendship and Jerusalem Stones? The My Stone Company was nice enough to send me a sample of their Jerusalem Stone, which is kind of neat. I don’t know what the stone is; it’s very, very white – that sun-bleached white stone that defines Jerusalem – and the Company says it is hand-cut there. I like the presentation; the stone comes with a drawstring bag and a nice card, and the box has shots of Jerusalem on it and reads: “Made in Israel.”
My first thought was, what a great gift for a pastor (or a rabbi in Hannukah) or a favorite priest, a Sunday School teacher, or really anyone you know who tries to walk with God. A piece of the Holy Land in your pocket. I’m going to order one for a priest-cousin of mine and one for my barking-sheepdog priest.
The stone folks were also kind enough to send along a few samples of their Tiger’s Eye friendship stones (they come in a box, with a drawstring bag and a nice card) and I must say they really are quite beautifully polished and presented – they have a gorgeous and deep luster and their just the right size for carrying around – not so big as to be intrusive or weighty in the pocket or handbag, not so small as to be confused with pocket change. They’re quite pretty and make inexpensive Christmas gifts, and if you buy either the friendship or Jerusalem stones in bulks for 24 people in your life you receive 25% off!
The company also sent me a necklace made with a rather large stone (if I can, I’ll get my husband to take a picture and post it so you can see) – it’s also a tiger’s eye – but as every stone is different it has a completely different look than the others. This one was mounted on a chain via the back of the stone, which is how – I assume – all of the necklaces are mounted, as the stones are left intact. I’ll ask the Company about whether the size of the stones is random or if one may order something “smaller” or “larger.” They’ve got a Black Friday Special through Nov. 29th.
(UPDATE: From the Company: “[All of the necklace stones are mounted from the back] so that the wearer can continue to touch and look at the stone from every angle. It was critical for us to not have it wrapped or have holes in it. We have several different sizes, so one can choose between small,medium and large. The larger stones are very special, as one can not find these large stones anywhere else of this quality.”)
The Nuddle Blanket that shows up in my right sidebar is offering a holiday discount, which I’ve tagged on below the ad.
For those of you still on the fence with the Mystic Monk Coffee, all I can tell you is that I brought a bag with me, yesterday, to my in-law’s and those family members thus far unexposed to the best coffee in the world all gushed over their after-supper brew. I’d brought the Mystic Monk Blend, which is a little lighter than the Hermit’s Bold Blend I prefer. My poor MIL rolled her eyes at me and said, “thanks for bringing this, now I’ll be making coffee all night…and you didn’t bring espresso, did you?” Shame on me, I’d forgotten.
I don’t buy many toys, but I’ve had a lot of fun perusing the Amazon Toy List.
As to what some Anchoress readers have been filling stockings with at Amazon, take a look! You guys give great ideas!




For years, the alphabets hounded us with the evil consumerism of the Reagan years, and now they are crying about how this is going to be such a bad shopping season. Of course, they tell us this every year, and then express surprise when things aren’t as bad as they predicted. I drove my daughter back to DC last night and on my way home saw a Best Buy Store with a parking lot half full and people lined up at the door at 8pm. I think many are like I am…we already have way too much in our homes and have decided to concentrate on “other avenues” this year. I will give to worthy charities who pass by grants from the government so they can bring God into the picture to help someone who is struggling with all manner of things. I’m mainly giving consumables to friends …Mystic Monk Coffee, the delightful soap from the Dominican Nuns, and mustard for my next door neighbor who loves mustard of any kind, and a few gifts from my kitchen. I found some pricey, but delicious, balsamic vinegar at a gourmet kitchen store & this will go to a few friends who do some high-brow cooking! And CD’s…they’re always wonderful. Anyhow, I think we are still shopping, but we’re being much more selective than perhaps we were in the past. And no, I don’t do shopping on this day, either, unless it’s on the internet!
The death of the 34-year-old was the first news we got at our house this morning. We were all filled with the outrage and sadness that comes of commiseration. It could have been one of our family members who work in retail; it could have been a good friend who was thrilled to get a holiday temping job (rotten hours and all) because she’s been laid off for so long.
I’m afraid I’m less charitable than you. My first thought about fighting over merchandise is that it comes not from love for someone else but from that nasty self-love whose motto is “I will win at all costs!” I think that Christmas fights are like road rage crashes at exit ramps in which neither driver would yield as the lanes merged.
[Honestly, the more I've thought about this horrible incident today, the more I have been connecting it with - yes, damaged, malformed love - but also with original sin, our original brokenness. It doesn't help. It's been a very depressing day considering all of this... - admin]
I love Black Friday. I love being out in the dark in the wee hours, welcoming Christmas with thoughts of all the people I love and all the plans I’ve made for the season. My mother and I do Black Friday and the Day after Christmas sales every year; it’s tradition. It’s not always about the “must-have” items. There’s just something very special about the whole communal Christmas Kick-off. I like the whole experience- waiting with other folks, talking excitedly about our Christmas plans, our kids, and whatnot. There is a competitive edge to it as well- us against the clock, seeing how many stores we can do before the sun comes up. At four am, we hit kohl’s, got a gift for my cousin. Five Am, into JC Penny to get Mom’s annual “free mickey mouse snowglobe” (She has a complete collection going back over ten years) and then to Best Buy, to wait and walk and drink coffee in the cold with friendly strangers. All done and home by eight am, before the kids are even awake.
I’ve done Black Friday for probably 30 of my 35 years on this planet, and only once did I see chaos. (Walmart is not well organized with their Black Friday promotions.) Most of the time, the crowds are orderly, chatty, and full of holiday spirit.
I’ve been thinking on and off all day about the poor man who was trampled to death, what he must have been thinking in those last moments. His name is Jdimytai Damour, and it was a temporary job for him. I’m praying for the repose of his soul, and for comfort for his family and friends, and the co-workers who were trying to get to him to save him.
I’m not sure what stone is Jerusalem stone, but I know it has a lot of calcium in it. The stones of the walls of the old city are made of it, and, many years ago, in a moment of urban planning genius, the municipality decreed that Jerusalem buildings must be fronted with Jerusalem stone. this means that when the sun goes down and comes up, all the buildings glow pinkish-gold. It is magical.
Apparently, even on the dawn of the end of the world: mortgage foreclosures—people being thrown out of the houses they couldn’t afford in the first place, people losing their jobs—unemployment going up up up, high energy prices, money unavailable to borrow—interest rates on those credit card balances going up up up, BANKS GOING OUT OF BUSINESS, retirement savings slashed in half!
No, we’re not done yet! People, with shovel in hand, keep digging. We’re not at the bottom.
—irascibleChef
Sure, I like to “Save Money.” And to “Live Better,”, too.
Just not at That Price.
The sig.other went to Wally World at eight-thirty in the morning, at the town we have already moved from a month before… after the crowds had subsided. He bought a couple of vacuum cleaners for our own use, and a couple of things he needed. Nothing Christmassy. None of it is.
I didn’t shop on Black Friday until the mobs were cleared. Besides, I only went for a few needed things, like soap scum remover for the bathroom at our old house (which we’re still fixing, believe it or not – that’s why we were back over there for the Thanksgiving weekend) and a kit to convert two unused spaces under the new kitchen sink of the new house as sponge drawers. Also, I wanted to take the Little Fig to see all the lights on the Christmas trees – she loves them!
I also went to buy a few little unique ornaments with a coupon for a free one with the purchase of two. At 9:30 p.m., when even the most avid shopper already calls it quits for the day. It was great to have the store all to ourselves, without the mob scene.
And no, no flat-screen TV is worth taking a human life. Those people at that Valley Stream Wal-Mart mob should be ashamed of themselves. But I bet you they will not. They are too busy wrapping the gifts they bought with the blood of one overnight worker. Abel’s blood screamed to God louder than this, and God still heard it. Let’s hope He also hears the screams coming from the blood of this one poor man… and acts accordingly.