This oil painting by Palestinian Christian artist Zaki Baboun was painted in 2001 soon after his family home in Bethlehem had been hit by a missile, and there were injured children on the streets.  It is a depiction of the Massacre of the Innocents.  The accompanying notes in the resource note the absence of Jesus from the picture, and pose the question, where is Christ (God) to be found in such circumstances.

We used this poem by Madeleine L'Engle as a prayer...

This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honor & truth were trampled to scorn—
Yet here did the Savior make His home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn—
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

Another Mogul painting, this time Hindu inspired, with Mary portrayed as a high caste woman.

Many Hindus consider Jesus to be important, as a saint, as a prophet or even as an avatar - an incarnation of the divine.  Many gospel stories are part of traditional Hindu (Indian) lore, and of course there are Christians in India who trace their origins to the apostle Thomas.

How does it feel when other faiths share a love of Jesus?

It's 24 years today since I heard, with a clarity I had never heard before, and have rarely heard since, the voice of God calling me to ordained ministry.

Yesterday it was 18 years since I made my ordination vows.

Over those years the world has changed, and I have changed, but the call hasn't and the sincerity and seriousness of the vows hasn't.

No cakes, no parties, no gifts or cards, it's not that kind of a birth-day.  But lots of food for thought, and lots to be thankful for.

Today I was reading yesterday's portion of 'Honest Advent' which focussed on Mary's morning sickness, and the strange mix of nausea and joy that comes with pregnancy - something that serves as a metaphor for the outworking of a 'yes' to God's call on our own lives.

Turning 18 yesterday does, I guess, mean I am now a proper grown up minister type person - it's been an adventure this far, and that much isn't likely to change any time soon.

It's been a few days since I posted anything about the Jesse Tree, but I have been taking a few minutes each day to cut out, colour and add the symbol to my tree.

Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Joseph - four very significant and flawed men, who God called and enabled to take significant roles in the big story of faith.

It's always worth spending a few moments to think about whose 'voice' isn't heard or whose story isn't told.  What about Keturah (Abraham's second wife) Rebecca/Rebekah (Isaac's wife), Bilhah and Zilpah (Jacob's concubines) Dinah (Joseph's sister) or Asher (one of his brothers)? Without the minor characters, the major ones cannot be major...

Tonight's image is a seventeenth century mogul (Islamic influenced) representation of the birth of Jesus.  In India, where many world faiths celebrate the births of significant prophets, the birth of Jesus is at the same time just one more story, and also a story that matters to people who understand him very differently.