Today I was in the congregation at the church where I 'do' Girls' Brigade as it was 'parade' service and having our own service at 3 p.m. means I can get to both.

It was the Junior church play.  During the course of the play, the narrator informed us that it was exactly 2005 years, 350 days... (he looked at the clock)... 10 hours and 55 minutes since Jesus was born.  Maybe he knows something I don't, but it brought out the Victor Meldrew in me!

Wonder what people will make of our wise princesses in Tuesday?!

Thanks again to Peter Wyllie - and apologies for the formatting I have still to get to grips with HTML (.... one day....)

Hark! The herald angels sing

“Glory to the King of Kings.

Peace on earth and mercy mild

God and sinners reconciled.”

Joseph’s looking slightly fazed

Shepherds blinded, deafened, dazed.

Kneeling in the soggy straw.

Starlight shining through the door.

Yes my Christmas cards are done;

Don’t you think this season’s fun?

Presents wrapped beneath the tree,

(I do hope there are LOTS for me!)

Joyful all ye nations, rise

Join the triumph of the skies

With angelic host proclaim

Christ is born in Bethlehem.

Christ by highest heaven adored

Christ the everlasting word

Late in time behold him come

Offspring of the virgin’s womb.

Tinsel stars hang from the light;

Flashing reindeer in the night.

I wish that I had bought some more

They’ve covered all their house next door.

Every year it is the same

Commercialism is to blame.

They simply hate to be outdone

But it started as a “bit of fun”.

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see

Hail the incarnate deity

Pleased as man with man to dwell

Jesus our Immanuel.

Hail the heavenly prince of peace

Hail the sun of Righteousness

Light and life to all be brings

Risen with healing in his wings.

Can’t wait for Christmas Eve to come!

With all my preparations done,

Pour myself a Christmas sherry;

‘Tis the season to be merry!

I want this Christmas to be smashing,

My plastic’s taken such a bashing!

So many things I had to get

You simply can’t avoid the debt.

Mild he lays his glory by

Born that man no more may die,

Born, to raise the sons of earth,

Born, to give them second birth.

Come Desire of Nations come

Rise, the woman’s conquering seed

Come and meet our every need.

My world, my town, my street and me

All need peace and liberty!

Free to rest and worship him

Who came on earth to conquer sin.

Somewhere it all went astray

Amid the tinsel on display;

Amongst the crowds all spending madly,

Even we lost Jesus, sadly.

Let us Thee, though lost, regain

Thee, the Life, the Inner Man;

O! To all thyself impart

Formed in each believing heart.

Lord display your saving power!

You’re not a baby any more.

You’re a king upon a throne,

Ever calling to his own.

Calling to each wayward child

“Come, today, be reconciled.”

This is why you came to earth,

Why you had a human birth.

So Lord, this year, amid the noise

Of TV shows and hi-tech toys,

Let us find true peace and rest

In the place that you have blessed.

In that quiet place apart,

Nestled in the Father’s heart.

Let us hark the Angels sing,

And worship you, our King of Kings.

©Peter Wyllie – December 2005 (& Charles Wesley)

With thanks to Peter Wyllie, book seller, sometime poet and visitor to this corner of the food court ...

Away with the manger

No crib and no bed

No little Lord Jesus

Just Santa instead.

The stars on the Tele

Sing songs for the poor

And charity mail shots

Beg me to give more.

The reindeer are flying

Across the night sky

With a sleigh full of presents

Wrapped up and piled high.

I love it at Christmas

With lights on the tree

With gifts piled beneath it

All labelled for me.

The taxman is gloating

And smiling with glee

All Profit for him

And no Prophet for me!

Bless all the dear shoppers

At this time of year

The point has been lost now

Forever I fear!

© Peter Wyllie December 2006.

As noted in my response to a comment on my last post, the interview with the EMBA ministerial development group ended happily.

My friend from D+6 collected me and we set off down the motorway looking like startled rabbits, relieved we'd both thought it wise to wear a suit (at least neither of us would be the only one!), and talking about anything but the impending interviews.

We arrived in Middle England to be greeted by another friend. whose church it was, to be told that all the male candiates (the morning session) had had a 'yes' and that there was really nothing to fear.  We tried to be reassured - largely failing!

The actual interviews were a very affirming experience and we came out wondering why we'd worried - but sure that worrying had been a good thing anyway because this was real, they could have said 'no.'  Thank you, panel, for a positive and encouraging experience.

The interviews over, we headed to a cafe for tea and cakes to celebrate, to compare notes and to unwind a little before heading back up the motorway with reduced blood pressure and smiling faces!  There was a sense of completion, that it was actually good to have faced a final 'check' at the end of the process, that the nervous energy had been usefully expended and that now, though in a sense nothing had changed, we were 'fully fledged.'

Thank you Diane for your companionship not just today but on the journey to this 'place' - and I look forward to finding out what is around the next bend!  Thank you also to those who have shared other parts of the journey so far - without you there would not have been tea and cakes in Middle England.

I never cease to wonder at the things that get forwarded to me by well meaning folk who believe the AOL can detect messages on the umpteenth forwarding or that car jackers are waiting to leap out and grab handbags from the front seat of every unsuspecting woman who puts hers there while she removes a notice stuck to her windscreen!  DOS (denial of service, not disc operating system) emails are sent purely and simply to slow down the web - and to annoy me!  The use of forwards to everyone in your address book in the 'To:' or 'cc:' line is a great way to give people access to the email addresses they need to spam them too (use 'bcc' if you really must forward them to dozens of folk), and also for mean people to get viruses onto unprotected machines.

Please, please, gentle reader, if you don't already do so, think about checking the next one out on www.hoax-slayer.com (or similar) before you forward it to everyone you know. 

Thank you - now you've read this forward it to exactly zero people and absolutely nothing will happen to you!