(is it just me who is now losing track of days and dates..?!)

Today's gift was a small, matte finish, gold bauble, now nestled in my Christmas tree. I tried to track down the origins of baubles and, perhaps unsurprisingly, they emerge quite late in time, and are a commercial undertaking to replace the more organic berries, cones, ribbons and candles (always seems dangeous that one!) of past times.

My tree is around thirty years old, it was bought in a department store that is long gone.  Many of my baubles were bought there, but others have been added over time, and many, maybe most, carry memories of people and places. I think this is true for many people - though I was a bit bewildered the other day to see someone walking along the street with two HUGE boxes of baubles - maybe they are just starting out and have a large tree to decorate?  In thirty years, will they look back and remember the day they bought them?

Enjoy your decorations, many or few, and all they mean to you.

Today's poem is by the seventeenth century Scottish poet, William Drummond of Hawthornden, and is called The Wonder of the Incarnation'.  Unfortunately I haven't managed to find it online, so am hoping that reproducing it here isn't in breach of copyright (in theory it shouldn't be given he's long dead)

To spread the azure canopy of heaven,

And make it twinkle with those spangs of gold,

To stay the ponderous globe of earth so even,

That it should all, and naught should it, uphold;

To give strange motions to the planets seven,

Or Jove to make so meek, or Mars so bold,

To temper what is hot, dry, moist, cold,

Of all their jars that sweet accords are given:

Lord, to thy wisdom's naught; naught to thy might.

But that thou shouldst (thy glory laid aside)

Come meanly in mortality to abide,

And die for those deserved eternal plight,

A wonder it is far above our wit

That angels stand amazed to muse on it.

And the prayer...

God who created the heavens,

Who knows and names every star and every planet,

Who set our earth in orbit just the right distance from its sun

So that life might emerge, and flourish, and thrive -

And then did not abandon us to the consequences of our sin and finitude

But became mortal to restore all life -

Help us be content to wonder anew.

Amen

... 'wobble head' kings and an angel.

I saw these in the window of a local charity shop as I pounded the pavements, and thought, if they are still there later, I will buy them, because they are just so joyful.

They were still there, I did buy them (to the bemusement of the nice refined shop assistant) and I absolutely love them! 

Chocolate coins - soy free, yippee!

When I was a child, no  matter how tight money was - and often it really was - there were always chocolate coins at Christmas.  So, for me, this blessing is not just indulgence, it's also remembering... round chocolate always tasted so good, and the , usually oversized, coins a richness that otherwise was unknown.  Even in 2020 I still find chocolate coins rather magical!

I wonder what, for you are the special (childhood?) memories that bring you Christmas joy?

Today's poem is called 'Wit Wonders' author unknown, written in the fifteenth century and so no copyright issues that I'm aware of!

A God and yet a man
a maid and yet a mother
wit wonders what wit can
conceive this or the other.

A God and can He die?
A dead man, can He live?
What wit can well reply?
What reasons reason give?

God, Truth itself, doth teach it
Man’s wit sinks too far under
by reasons power to reach it:

Believe and leave to wonder.

The photo is one I took recently when in the University of Glasgow chapel to lead socially-distssnced morning prayers, and seems to express 'wit wondering' quite nicely!

Here is the prayer:

God of contradictions,

Anomalies co-existing in perfect harmony,

When intellect is inadequate,

When wit wonders what on earth it all means,

Help us to suspend disbelief,

Let go of the questions, the reason, the doubts -

And enter the wonder of your truth

Amen