This morning I am doing the last bits of preparation Christmas services - prayers for the Christingle and the 'talk' for Christmas Day.  Once printed off that's more or less it for this year.

2008 has been a very tough one for my little church and, in some small measure, we are fairly typical of what is going on around us.  Lots of bereavement, lots of complex and painful family circumstances, people uncertain about employment into 2009 and the impact of the downturn on property prices (though we have now almost completed selling our building).  To give a saccharine sermon on Christmas Day would be to betray the reality of my people, and of those who we will meet with, so my 'talk' will anything but.

This blog acts in some measure as a kind of pastoral narrative, so to end 2008, I am going to post here the text of what I intend to say on Christmas Day.  I know that, for me, Christmas Day will include hospital visiting, taxi-ing lonely people to lunch out and supoprting anxious and sad memebrs of my church.  I also know that in the reality the  God who has come, who is coming, who will come again, is with me, and for that I am thankful.

Hope yours is a blessed Christmas and your New Year filled with hope.

We began our service by singing ‘O Come all ye Faithful’ – and we are faithful aren’t we – we are here, rather than at home drinking tea, cooking dinner or playing with our new toys. There is a sense in which can feel quietly pleased with ourselves, because we have taken the time to come to church, to focus on Jesus – to do the right thing.

We have enjoyed opening our presents – privately a home, and here among friends and neighbours. And even as we play the game of piling all the other things on top of the nativity scene, we all know the answer to the question ‘what’s the most important thing about Christmas’ – we know it’s Jesus. But, even as we know why it is we are here, might it not be true that there have been moments when our minds wandered to other things? Did we get enough Brussels sprouts? Will auntie Maud be ready when we go to collect her for dinner? Have we set the DVD recorder (or HDD if you’re really posh!) for that must see film?

We know all the right answers, because we’ve been here so many times before, and yet we still get caught up in all the busyness of preparing for a happy, jolly Christmas. Somehow, all the tinsel, all the turkey – roasted, in sandwiches, in pies, curried, and soon – all the trimmings pile up and hide reality.

And this happens at many levels. Christmas can be a very stressful time as people find themselves thrown together for days on end, out of routine, often with poor weather, too much food and too much alcohol. Arguments, relationship breakdown and even violence increase in this season of ‘goodwill and peace for all.’

For some people Christmas is a sad or lonely time, one that is hard to face because there will an empty place at the table, a name missing from the cards. For others it is an anxious time as they await the results of medical tests or sit by the bed of a loved one at home or in hospital.

This year thousands of people finished work for Christmas not knowing if there will be a job to go back to in January. 27,000 Woolworth’s employees will be unemployed. Staff of Jaguar, Vauxhall and Whittards must wait and wonder. From bankers to builders, butchers to small businesses, the future is far from clear.

Nation-wide and world-wide the situation is repeated. And the temptation at Christmas is to cover it all up. It reminds me of those jolly sticking plasters you can get for children with cartoon characters printed on them. Mr Bump smiles at you or some superhero tells you how brave you are, and all is false jollity when underneath it hurts like crazy.

This Christmas is not an easy one for many people in our community, and I would be failing in my responsibilities if I simply delivered a sugary feel-good talk. Underneath all the glitter and all the jollity, are hurting people, people who need something that is more gritty, more real.

And this is what lies at the heart of Christmas, this is what gets buried under presents and decorations and food and TV programmes and goodness knows what else. Christmas is about God getting dirty, getting involved directly in the messiness of real human life. Pregnancy is risky, childbirth is risky – especially if it happens in the unhygienic conditions of a first century stable. Being born in an occupied nation with a tyrannical ruler is risky. Speaking against injustice is risky. Preaching a new way of living, offering hope to outcasts, foreigners and sinners is risky.

Christmas is about God with us, not just for a day, not just a gorgeous newborn boy held by an adoring young mum, but for always and everywhere – in the hospital ward, in the nursing home, in the dole queue, in the homeless shelter or women’s refuge, in the waiting, in the wondering, in the weeping.

God loved the world so much that, instead of simply putting on a gigantic sticking plaster with a smiley face and the slogan ‘God loves you,’ Jesus came and lived as one of us to heal us with his own lifeblood.

Life can be incredibly tough – but God is with us. And this is the hope we have, that however bleak life may seem, this God, who cannot be constrained by the glories of heaven offers us hope and joy, a light that shines in the darkest night and cannot be put out. This is what we celebrate, and this is why we are here to rejoice and sing with the angels themselves this Christmas Day – Christ is born, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

In response to David's question - it was great!  Not sure on numbers, lower than last year as no school choir meant no parents, but considerably more Anglicans and some new faces, so definitely quality over quantity.  For all that, we gave away all of our 200 angel notebooks by getting people to take extras to pass on to family and friends.

Here are my editted highlights (names have been changed) ....

• The fantastic attention to detail - hand made angel-table centres, home-cooked pastries and cakes, both rooms laid out beautifully, smiling greeters and smooth delivery of everything that we did
• Elsie, who lives literally across the road from school but who can no longer walk more than a few steps who was thrilled that I collected her by car
• Similarly, Ernest and Patience, who could not stop thanking me for booking them a taxi each way from the far side of Dibley (whilst, alas, one of their fellow passengers moaned that the taxi was 2 minutes late and, being an 8-seater, was tricky to get into!).  Got a surprise Christmas kiss from Ernest who, at 92 is a rather crusty Gideon who doesn't do emotion - don't tell ministries dept!!
• The coach driver deciding to stay for tea and the service - and then helping to give away the angel notebooks (and sticking a 'fallen angel' onto his tie!)
• The presence of Mary and Ruth, both bereaved in the last few weeks, and especially Ruth's husband Tony who 'doesn't do church'
• Seeing people there who have no other church connection, some for whom I'd done funerals, some for whom Christmas is very difficult
• Seeing all three traditions participating fully in the service rather than the usual two
• People's delighted giving to the offering for the local children's hospice

Of course there were a few grumbles, some poeple love to moan it seems, but overall it was a great evening.  When I said 'goodnight' to the school caretaker, handed him some home-made mince pies and left a school tidier than we'd found it, I was tired but content that we had indeed sung with the angels and passed on the message.

In a couple of hours time I will be loading my car and heading to school to help set up for our tea and community carol service, Sing Like an Angel. The title we stole from Spurgeon's Child care when they weren't looking, and there will be loads of angels - as table centres, on the front of the hand-decorated gift notebooks, in the carols and so on.

We have around 100 booked in for tea - but how many that might really be is anyone's guess, as lots of people don't book on the basis that 'one more won't matter' and if anyone asks me can they bring a friend/neighbour/relative at the last minute I say yes.  We have a coach and a taxi gathering folk from selected highways and byways to ensure they arrive.  We are borrowing every Methodist and Community Centre stacking chair to supplement ours and the school's (Anglican chairs don't stack, it seems!).  We have two pianists, two sketches and half a dozen Bible readings.  We have a Methodist minister on threat of excommunication if he exceeds five minutes, goes off theme or talks over people's heads, a newly arrived rector who has never been to an unrehearsed service and is mildly panicking - oh and a weird Baptist woman who will be wearing a red suit and a Santa hat.

Set up starts at 1:30, tea at 4:45, the service at six.  By 9p.m. the school halls will be tidy, the guests will be safe and warm at home, and the members of four smallish churches will be tired but fulfilled, slumped on their settees with horlicks, cocoa, beer or wine!  But the angels will be still be singing and my biggest hope is that the evangel - the good message - will still be ringing in our ears, minds and hearts as we curl up to sleep after a day well spent.

Last night's Sing Christmas attendance was way down on last year - pouring rain and endless lurgies took their toll.  So we could be downhearted, if numbers were what matter.  But they aren't really, are they?

Here're my success indicators from last night...

Two people from church brought along their non-church-going husbands

One person from church brought along someone I'd never met before

Two people none of us knew came along

Six people from our lunch club came along

So, looked at another way over 50% of the 20 people present weren't regular churchgoers and 15% were people we don't know - which actually looks pretty brilliant from a numerical viewpoint!

Looked at yet another way, a group of Christians showed themselves as both human and generous - and the relations with the pub are now good enough that the "Baptist vicar" got a drink on the house!!

Blogging today at Hopeful Imagination and endeavouring not to work!

Btw I'm not actually typing at midnight (though not far off) just using auto-posting to make sure this appears on the correct date!