180 hand decorated tealight holders

Tomorrow we will give way lots of love to local people.  Little things - tealights in hand decorated holders, goodie bags to children in the choir, craft items and sweets to small children, sandwiches, cakes, hot and cold drinks... smiles and the warmth of fellowship.

We will recall a little thing, a baby born in a little town, largely unnoticed... whose story would change the course of history.

What we do won't be earth shattering, but sitting down to write my 5 minute talk, I find myself drawn back to the mystery of the infinite contracted to the insignificant, and these wonderful words of a carol we won't be singing...

...Yet in the dark streets shining

Is everlasting light

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in you this night.

God of little things, take this little thing and make it meaningful.  Amen

Picture from BBC website

8 p.m. and again at 11p.m. tomorrow night, the Liverpool Nativity on BBC 3.  I am looking forward to it, but with just the faintest hint of anxiety that after the wonderful Manchester passion this may not be so amazing.

I am looking forward to it, not least because by 11 p.m. I will be in a state of kn*ckeration after our evening outreach carol event - last head count on bookings was 183 and rising!  Indeed, as I blog I'm printing off yet more song sheets and wondering how to do 'loaves and fishes' on the tealight holders we decorated last week - l KNEW I should have gone to a college that taught elementary miracles.  Except of course they'd probably have been drummed out for wizardry and witchcraft...

I am looking forward to it because it sounds as if it will get to some of the guts of what gospel is - Good News for marginalised and unimportant people.  Making Jospeh into an asylum seeker might not be a one-for-one parallel with the biblical record, but it gets to the spirit of, if nothing else, parts of Matthew's account.

I've already heard a few, mainly secular, mumblings that this isn't a 'proper' nativity: no glitter, no Christmas card cleanliness.  But I think it is a fantastic experiment in... to pick up themes others are currently posting on... imagination, thought, hermeneutics, evangelism (which would shock Auntie Beeb, I'm sure!) and contextualisation.

So, no pressure then BBC, just make me proud of another of those wonderful northern cities...

Recycle - the possiblities are endless, unless it comes to civic Christmas lights, it seems 

Civic Christmas decorations, an annual waste of money and poor stewardship of earth's limited resources, or a great opportunity to promote community and lift spirits?  I'm never quite sure which side of the argument I come down on - the amounts of money spent on lighting streets for a few weeks could undoubtedly be put to practical use (after all, the poor are always with you) but it is quite uplifting, no matter how naff the designs, to see towns brightened up and small children gazing wide eyed at rudolph, stars, snowflakes or whatever else (to what purpose this waste?).  At the same time, the wanton use of electricity - you know, that stuff we're allegedly running out of the means to make - creation of waste and CO2 should be questioned.

I have been mildly amused to see two towns I hold dear in the headlines this year over things they have - or have not - done.  Northampton Borough Council decided to spend less money on lights, originally reported as being at least in part an environmental impact decision, though the local rag stresses only the financial saving made by the council, and cites a few disgruntled locals who feel they've paid for lights.  Meanwhile Warrington Borough Council has been criticised for this installation:

The council assert that care for the planet is a good Christian theme, a local Anglican diocese (not the one which contains Warrington, ironically) has taken offence at this one installation.  For myself, I think it's an opportunity well taken.  I hope that the increase in recycling will give a net carbon offset for the sign (otherwise it's been an own goal) but why this installation is not OK when so much other stuff evidently does not justify episcopal comment, I really don't know.  Are reindeer and snowflakes overtly Christian?  Not last time I looked!!  Perhaps the local churches should club togther and pay for an overtly Christian installation?  I know that for decades the Girls' Brigade in the north west sponsored an installation at Blackpool (and recall the increase in cost when our motto became flashing lights!!)

Well Wobblington and Nurumpton (as they are variously known in some circles) I still love you!

Photo from BBC website.

According to a friend of mine, the expression 'selah' which appears on many of the Psalms is a mucial direction equivalent to the pause sign we used nowadays on manuscript.  A bit more than the apostrophe type sign that means 'breathe' for choristers of wind players, a bit more important than the bowing direction sign for string players or fingerings for pianists.

Selah.  Pause.  (Or, as in Psalm 46 - stop!  desist! If only for a moment)

I've just had most of two days doing just that.  Meeting friends (I hope they are happy to be counted such) in Knutsford, Warrington and Manchester.  Catching up on news, sharing food and laughter (in various combinations) - it has been good.  It has also been a reflection of reallife, in all its mixed experiences.

At Christmas Lunch (I had beef - too early for turkey!) with my nuclear industry former colleagues it was noticeable that some familiar faces among the 'retireds' were absent, ill heath and age take their toll.  There was a realisation that next year, some of those present this year probably won't be.  I always enjoy meeting this crowd, and am touched that they choose to invite me back (apparently God is not counted as a competitor employer!).  It was good to chat to some of the lads I'd trained, now confident and competent in their roles; interesting to discover someone I recruited is now a team leader.  It was sad to hear of disillusionment, of anxieties over the future, of people signed off with stress (what happened to the happy company I worked for?).  I left reminded that these are people I still love after all this time, people who still, from time to time, contact me for a bit of support, people who remain part of my life, my ministry.  I was asked today if I missed that life, and the truth is that I don't, though I was a bloomin' good risk assessor (if I say myself, who shouldn't!).  I miss the camraderie, the banter, and the knowledge that, if push came to shove, these people were there for each other.  Could have been a good church really...!

An overnight with a long standing friend and space just to blob out, drink tea and unwind.  As I type I'm having a Theresa of Avila moment (rats!) that I wrote something very similar last year, and probably the year before that.  The church of which this friend is a member has had a very stressful year, and the future is far from clear, though there are some exciting possibilties opening up.  Having been in membership of that church myself, and it having a special place in my own story, it is sad to watch what is being experienced, and to hear of the ongoing hurts and hurting that happens.  So, good to catch up, good to relax, but again a tinge of sadness.

Then in to Manchester to see my longsuffering research supervisor who manages to make sense of my late night typing and then to turn it into sensible ideas.  I went with two aims - I wanted to be told I needed to put in more time to my research work, and I wanted to be told I could make a case to go to a different summer conference.   I came away with both achieved, so I came away happy!  (Though we failed to fix a date for another meeting, so my organisation genes are twitching!!).  It was good to hear a little of what is going on in college life, another place I hold quite dear, and to discover that the future is looking like another increase in student numbers.  Good also to catch up with one or two other tutors/staff albeit briefly.

All too soon, back home and a pile of emails, phone calls and post to deal with - can I print more leaflets for this, you need more chairs for that, how about this last minute addition to the other.  The pause is over, and normality, such as it is, returns.

I think I know that I need to spend less time blogging and more time researching, but I also know that I need more time that is 'me' time - time to be, time to relax, time to share with the numerous people whose lives overlap with mine.  Selah; pause.

This spoke to me when I read it this afternoon.  If I didn't see you when I was passing through the North West, I am truly sorry, I simply don't have a time machine.  Whoever you are, wherever you are, thank you for your friendship during another manic year in the life of Catriona.

Last night and the GB nativity went off surprisingly well.  In some bizarre kind of miracle, all the girls turned up, including a few we hadn't seen for several weeks so we had a full (or, actually, extended) complement of five angels, four wise people, three sheep, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.  Well, not the last two, but you get my drift.

Miracle number two was that every girl had a parent or relative there, some had several - usually many girls are dropped off, with parents aksing what time they should collect them, which makes me sad.  There were also a good smattering of church people, including the church's minister - excellent.  It was, in the end standing room only, breached fire regs (so Catriona mumbled a bit, like a good risk assessor should, before deciding we were OK on a 'time at risk' basis!!) and a great atmosphere.

Not too much went wrong, one narrator was losing her voice by the end of the performance, and one person failed spectacularly to fulfil her role of moving Mary's chair for her, but it was full of funny and 'ah' moments for parents.  Like all good GB leaders, I was proud of 'my' girls - all 25 of them - who do at least know that Jesus was born in 'Befflee-em.'

Now almost two days 'bunking off' to Warrington/Manchester before "outreach, outreach, outreach!"