50th Birthday party at the Gathering Place... massive thanks to everyone for making it such a wonderful and memorable day for all the very best reasons

Coming from a long line of preaching people (a rabbi, a Methodist local preacher and a Christian Scientist reader to name the three I know of for certain!) it is perhaps not such a surprise that both my sister and I ended up preaching.  Our theological views differ quite a lot, but there is a strong, shared sense of what creating an act of worship is about, and I have a sneaky suspicion she's the better preacher of the two.

Anyway, last night there was a slightly weird conversation about worship we were each planning, her for Sunday and I for Christmas Day.  I'm using two secular pieces, she said, this and that.  That's odd, I said, so am I, well three actually, those two and another one.  And three carols she said, this, this and that... Well that's spooky, I said, I'm using two of those too...

So, I have to assume that we are on the same wavelength here, whether as she says, because we both have good taste, or as I dare to suggest, the Holy Spirit gave us both the same nudge.

If you want to know what the songs are... well you'll have to come along to the Gathering Place at 11 a.m. on Christmas Day or to some unspecified URC in Cambridgeshire this Sunday!

Yesterday I heard something on the news that really disturbed me: a seemingly sane, rational and no doubt caring man said that the only way to stop a bad man with a gun is a good man with a gun.  Oh dear.  An eye for ann eye and we all end up blind.  When did an ancient law of proportionality become a mandate for violence?

Yesterday I also had a conversation that equally disturbed me: someone called at church to see if they had left something behind after a meeting they had attended (not one of those I lead) and saw fit to pass comment on the character of my church.  He went on to tell me that, if certain legislative changes go ahead, God will punish this nation. Splutter, cough, what the *good-job-I'm-a-minister-and-the-only-word-I-know-to-complete-that-sentence-is-'heck'*?  Since when was any of us God's perfect spokesperson able to announce what God would do.  In any case, that kind of theology would equally indicate divine displeasure over all manner of things the person saying this would support.

The season of goodwill to all people - so let's arm ourselves to the teeth and shoot to kill!

The season of goodwill to all people - so let's ask God to smite those who fail to meet our standards!

And immediately, after these things, it came to pass that the WORD became flesh:

Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone,

Creator became creature

And lived among us, as one of us, with us - Emmanuel

And shared our nakedness and vulnerability

And shared our sorrow and pain

And shared our laughter and love

But never

Never

NEVER

Our self-righteous, priggish, legalistic, judgemental, sinfulness

No

God loved the whole cosmos with such unquenchable love that,

Iin order to rescue it all from the grip of self-inflicted and selfish evil,

God entered it

And today it is Christ who takes the bullet

Christ who takes the insults of bigoted people

Christ who weeps with the Rachels in a hundred thousand Ramahs

Christ who starves to death in poverty

Christ who is marginalised and victimised and ostracised..

Christ who continues to say,

Slowly,

Gently,

Purposefully

"Father, forgive them, for they don't know what they do"

Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a sinner.  Amen

Because of how Christmas falls this year, this is the end of the last full week of Advent.  It sees me busily preparing the last parts of the services that spread over Sunday/Monday/Tuesday and the perennial challenge of not 'peaking' too soon.

Today I am mindful that for some people this Christmas, indeed, every Christmas, is difficult and painful.  The list is long, and risks omitting circumstances that affect my gracious readers... bereavement, illness, relationship breakdown, redundancy, loss of home, loss of status, loss of certainty, even loss of identity or loss of faith.

I think I want to pause, before the final flurry of celebration to remember those for whom this will not be the Christmas they long for, and may never again experience.  I want to pray for them, that joy, peace, hope and love will be experienced afresh, and the future be brighter...

Jesus said, blessed are those who mourn, they will be comforted...

It's nearly Christmas time, God of love

When joy overflows in merriment and celebration

When we hope plays out in wishes expressed

When peace once more seems a goal worth pursuing

It's nearly Christmas time, God of love

When empty places at tables recall loved ones no longer here

When televised jollity rings hollow in a lonely room

When bitterness and envy creep like ivy around the hearts of the unwary

When out of sight probably does mean out of mind

It's nearly Christmas time, God of love

So help me to pause

To remember with gratitude the absent friends

To remember with compassion those who grieve

To remember with hope the mystery of Christ's incarnation

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,

God's merrcies never end

They are renewed every morning

So great is God's faithfulness

God of Christmas time, enfold all with your love

And bring faith, hope, love, joy and peace

Again and anew

Amen.

... is a Dutch (I think) enterprise setting psalms to music.  PAYG used this one this morning... I htught it was rather lovely and worth sharing: