Christmas Eve.

The morning was spent in a joyful time of excited children and welcoming parents as a family opened their home for us. Precious memories for the children, a few minutes relaxation for (some of) the parents.

This afternoon was spent with another group of people making ready a room to welcome around 50 folk for Christmas dinner tomorrow.

And this evening a dozen or so folk will gather in my kitchen (I think I've settled on the kitchen rather than the living room!) to share in a simple act of Communion.

Christmas Eve

When the exictement of small people is palpable

When the stresses of last minute preparations stretch even saints to near breaking point

When people gather in cathedrals and chapels, at hospital bedsides and in prison cells to remember a deep mystery

The waiting is almost done, the shops will soon close and all will, for a day or so, be still and quiet.... at least outwardly.

So now I pause with a hot cup of tea and choose to draw breath ... somewhere unobserved God is breaking into human experience with the gift of love and hope and peace and joy...

Whatever Christmas Eve means for you, may it be blessed with love and laughter.