This afternoon at our Drop In, we used some pictures of nativity scenes to guide our thoughts.  We had a good conversation, and some folk chose a picture to take home with them - the photo is those left afterwards.

However, for me the more beautiful image was one I could not photograph, partly because the torrential rain and icy wind would have made it nigh on impossible, but more importantly because it would just have been exploitative and just plain wrong.

Imagine, if you can, a man and woman dressed inadequately for the weather - he in a short wind-cheater type jacket, she in a brightly coloured anorak, unzipped, and worn over a thin summer dress.  Now imagine that he allows her to take his arm - despite being someone who avoids all physical contact - and walks, slowly, so slowly, with her along the rain-soaked street en route to a cafe where they will seek shelter and warmth, enjoy a hot drink and wait for the weather to improve.

This is sacrficial love. 

And this is what I witnessed this afternoon as one of our Friends from the Drop In acted, without a second thought, to care for another of them.

As busy people rushed to pass them, barely glancing, en route to the warmth of their own homes, I found myself alert to the people that I hurtle past without a seoncd thought, just because I don't know them.

In my mind's eye, as I walked behind, alongside, and finally in front of them, they could have been Mary and Joseph.  When we finally reached their destination, I held open the door of the cafe, another friend handed back to the woman a bag she had been carrying for her, and we left them in the warm fug of chip fat and damp clothes. I walked on, a little more humble, a little more thoughtful.

Nativity scenes are always everso clean and tidy.  Today I was reminded by two vulnerable adults of the truth that it would have been 'anything but'.

Belated, and a bit of a cheat as it's a photo from today.  Mince pies are one of my favourite festive treats, so I bought a box to celebrate 21 years of call and 15 years since ordination.

Celebration is, at least in some senses, the telos - 'goal' or 'end' - of Advent, so why not have a little bit along the way?  On such as wet, windy December evening, it feels good to munch a mince pie alongside supping a hot mug of tea. I think there is something postively 'OK' about celebrating cosiness and comfort food!

It's one of those God-things that my ordination took place exactly six years (less one day) from the day I heard, unequivocally, God call me to this path.  In the old days, 21 was 'the coming of age', so maybe my call is now all grown up?

No reflection this time, just the passage of scripture through which God spoke so powerfully...

2 Timothy 3:14 - 4:8

But as for you, continue in what you have learned and firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it, and how from childhood you have known the sacred writings that are able to instruct you for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, so that everyone who belongs to God may be proficient, equipped for every good work.

In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I solemnly urge you: proclaim the message; be persistent whether the time is favourable or unfavourable; convince, rebuke, and encourage, with the utmost patience in teaching. For the time is coming when people will not put up with sound doctrine, but having itching ears, they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own desires, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander away to myths. As for you, always be sober, endure suffering, do the work of an evangelist, carry out your ministry fully.

As for me, I am already being poured out as a libation, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. From now on there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have longed for his appearing.

Today's reflection centres on the Eucharist, and comes with ideas about symbolism that are new to me!

It asserts that in the Passover, the matzoh represents the Messiah, and the cup of wine represents the blood of the sacrificial lamb (being the cup of Redemption not, as I have previously understood being the final cup, the Cup of Blessing). Having done a little bit of checking, I think this is not correct, though may reflect a Messianic reimagining of the symbolism.

Not inspired to write much today, so here's the prayer from the book:

As we draw near to the place of at-one-ment: give us tears to see the wonder of your presence, give us tears to see the wasting of your land, give us tears to see the wounding of your Son, Amen.

Today's reflection invites us to look at the created world around us, and to think about how our lives are interconnected with it.  If we could/would 'see' God in the world around us, how would that affect thety way we treat it? A timely reminder when our television screens are so often full of images of plastic-ridden oceans, scorched earth and starving wildlife.

You don't need me to bang on about any of this, it's stuff we all know fine well.

Today's prayer:

Great Creator of life, may I see you in all things, may I 'take a long and thoughtful look at what you have created, and see what my eyes can't see: your eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of your divine being.' In my continued connection with you, may I bear the fruit of the Spirit, and live a life of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Amen.