There are lots of variations on the theme of recission varsions of The Twelve Days of Christmas but this one posted by Angela is fun...

Effective immediately: the following economizing measures are being implemented by the 'Twelve Days of Christmas' subsidiary

1. The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree, which never produced the cash crop forecasted, will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance
2. Two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are, therefore, eliminated
3. The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French
4. The four calling birds will be replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked
5. The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals appears to be in order
6. The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day was an example of the general decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by Human Resources will assure management that, from now on, every goose it gets will be a good one
7. The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes, thereby enhancing their outplacement
8. As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching
9. Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps
10. Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords, plus the expense of international air travel, prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant as we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year
11. Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music, and no uniforms, will produce savings which will drop right to the bottom line

Overall we can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and related expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved.

So, as most Bible readings schemes shift gear and offer us the run up to Christmas day, Northumbria Community stoically carry on with their scripture cycle.  I would have to say, there was a time when this would have annoyed me, I have been known to abandon Bible reading notes in the last week of Advent because I wanted to read the Christmas story rather than continue a worthy, but gloomy, series on some scary prophet or uncomfortable bit of an epistle.  Today, I am actually content to have something 'un-Christmassy'... which goes to show you can never please your readers!!

Today's verses are:

Psalm 88:13 - 14

Genesis 8:22

Romans 8: 38-39

The Psalm is a bit violent really - God shooting arrows and casting thunderbolts at people, so I'll skip that, thanks all the same.  The Genesis is a reassuring promise - so long as earth remains there will be seed time and harvest - but it doess't quite do it for me today.  Instead it is Paul at his most poetic (Paul poetic?!) in Romans that seems to carry the hopeful message of love...

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

In recent days the world news has included the destructive power of tropical storms in the Philippines and earthquakes in New Zealand, as well as the ongoing violence in Iraq, to name but three.  Financial crises in Europe, unemployment in Britain, and phones calls or emails to alert me to people who are sick or dying... the festive season always has a shadow side.  A pernicious kind of darkness creeps around the margins trying to swamp the flickering candles of hope, peace, joy and love.

But

NOTHING

Absolutely NOTHING

Can defeat God's love manifest in Christ.

Love loiters on the battlefield, arms outstretched to embrace each combatant

And each civilian trapped by human inhumanity

Love lingers at the beside, tenderly taking the hand of sick and dying

And each anxious loved one who waits and watches

Love lurks in the ruins, hands sifting the rubble to touch each victim

And strengthen each rescuer who listens and lifts

Love, loitering, lingering, lurking...

Ever present

Indefatigable

Indestructible

Incandescent

Wrap all creation in yourself again

Amen

Today was our final Advent reflection based on Helen Bruch Pearson's book.

The last thing we did was for five of us to light a taper from the red candles representing each of the women, naming her aloud, and then together to light the gold 'Jesus candle'.

For me there was something very moving about the coming together of these five stories in the united act of 'birthing' the Light of the World

Tamar

Rahab

Ruth

Bathsheba

Mary

Jesus' mother-roots

Our advent journey nears its conclusion... the scarlet threads draw together to weave a shawl in which to wrap the infant Christ, son of Tamar, son of Rahab, son of Ruth, son of Bathsheba, son of Mary, son of God.

Today's readings:

Psalm 1: 1- 3

Jeremiah 17:7-8

Matthew 13: 3 - 6

Spookily, after I opted yesterday to go with the mustard seed parable, each of today's verses has a bit of a tree theme!  Both the psalm and the Jeremiah have the righteous person compared to a tree growing by a stream, where it flourishes.  The Matthew gives us a bit of the parable of the sower/soils/seed, stopping hsort with the seed that falls on the rocky places and is parched.

So, if today I stay with the part parable, we get this:

Then Jesus told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed.  As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.  Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow.  But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root.”

Rather than love being the seed or the plant/shrub/tree, what about love as that which is necesaary for the healthy growth of the said vegetation?  Love as a the stream that provides water, the soil that offers nutrients and cover, the sun that warms the shoots and enables photosynthesis?  What about love in many guises (water, food, shelter, warmth, etc) that enables us to reach our potential?  And if some of that is absent - physical or metaphorical hunger, cold, exposure - how is our gorwth stunted or destroyed?

A quick gander in HymnQuest (not finding the contemporary song for which I was looking, shows there are a fair few which speak of the 'stream(s) of God's love' of which this one seemed to stirke a chord depsite its antiquated language and idiom:

Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run;
For love has overflowing streams
To fill them every one.

But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
They very founts of love for us
Will soon be parched and dried.

For we must share if we would keep
That blessing from above;
Ceasing to give we cease to have-
This is the law of love.

Richard C Trench (1807-1886)

And so to my own response...

God of love

Living water, flowing like an endless stream

Let me dip my feet into its coolness

Let me gulp in mouthfulness of its refreshing

Let me splash delightedly in its shallows

Let me swim in its depths

Let it wash away my faitgue

My dryness

Let it fill my heart, mind and soul

My emptiness

Let me fill a bucket and carry it,

Spilling over the rim

To share with others

Literally

Metaphorically

Needing their own

Refreshment

Cleansing

Delighting

God, source of love

God, love incarnate

God, let us drink from you again

Amen

Neil Brighton rightly posts in appreciation of the hard work of the people who are directly employed by BUGB.  Reading his words has prompted me to very briefly express my own appreciation of them and of those in the BUS.  The BUS has had a year of immense change: the head of ministries and the head of mission returned to pastoral ministry, a new finance director, a new youth coordinator, a new mission adviser and a new BMS-BUS joint appointment were made, the Union moved to new offices, and several tough issues were faced with courage. 

For my own part, both Unions have continued to be very supportive both through the latter stages of my medical treatment, and in the various challenges the year has brought.  I love both 'my' Unions very much... they may annoy me sometimes, but overall I am SO glad I'm a Baptist and not any other flavour of Christian!

Happy Christmas BMS, BUS and BUGB, may God bless you with love and hope for 2012