Today's poem is called 'Wit Wonders' author unknown, written in the fifteenth century and so no copyright issues that I'm aware of!

A God and yet a man
a maid and yet a mother
wit wonders what wit can
conceive this or the other.

A God and can He die?
A dead man, can He live?
What wit can well reply?
What reasons reason give?

God, Truth itself, doth teach it
Man’s wit sinks too far under
by reasons power to reach it:

Believe and leave to wonder.

The photo is one I took recently when in the University of Glasgow chapel to lead socially-distssnced morning prayers, and seems to express 'wit wondering' quite nicely!

Here is the prayer:

God of contradictions,

Anomalies co-existing in perfect harmony,

When intellect is inadequate,

When wit wonders what on earth it all means,

Help us to suspend disbelief,

Let go of the questions, the reason, the doubts -

And enter the wonder of your truth

Amen

Today's gift is a balloon - and almost all the bags contain 'Christmas' balloons with a cheery design printed on them... I ran out, so some bags have slightly more expensive plain coloured balloons!

Preachers often use balloons when they talk about God's Spirit breathing new life into the disicples at Pentecost, or alongside the story of the valley of dry bones.  This reduction of us to floppy bits of rubber - maybe with a face printed on - isn't entriely helpful in my view!  As God's beloved children, we already have the Spirit's breath of life in us.

So maybe, instead we could see the balloon, filled with our own breath, as a simple symbol of joy, of fun, of divine mischief even - as God's untameable Spirit tops us up yet again...

Mischievous thought... does this blown up balloon infer that Santa has gone all charismatic on us?!

[Safety note - be careful with balloons, especially if your have pets or small children.  If/when the balloons burst, be sure to get all the bits to avoid risk of choking due to accidental ingestion]