You learn new things about Christmas with every one that passes you by. I learn new things about how to keep these festivals each year. One Christmas builds on another. Perhaps we learn more about the God who came into the world each year that we live in it.
About a month ago, we started to gather together the figures which build up our nativity scene. Someone went down into the crypt and found them all and dusted them off and got them ready.
The tableau is over on your left this year, on a windowsill. Mary and Joseph and the baby.
I like the figures to gradually build up. First come the animals, waiting through advent. Symbolic of the world waiting for then Christ to be born. And whilst they wait, the Magi set off from the East and wend their way from the High Altar, getting nearer and nearer to Bethlehem until they arrive at Epiphany. The Holy Family appear on Christmas Eve in the morning, the shepherds hover around waiting to rush to Bethlehem and the babe himself arrives on the stroke of midnight. I always worry about losing him and not having him on hand at the appropriate moment. Indeed, in my last church he was small enough for me to hide him in the chalice, so that I would remember him at he appropriate moment. Of course, I then stopped worrying about losing the Christchild and started to worry about drowning him in wine instead.
Anyway, as the figures were being gathered together this year, one member of the congregation saw what was going on and said to me, “Time to go and get the shredded wheat then.” [Read more...]



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