In the midst of all the busyness of Advent and Christmas, the sharing of Season’s Greetings, the shopping and the muzak shouting Merry Christmas Everybody from October onwards, lies the wonder, the confusion and the conundrum that is true story of the incarnation.
We do a good job of hiding it. Overlaid with tinsel and stuffing, with parties and last minute shopping it is easy to miss it. Even in Church where we sing of “snow had fallen, snow on snow”, silent nights, and “no crying he makes” we can sometimes obscure the wonder and messy reality. For Mary was not anaemic, docile and constantly doting and Joseph was not a figure simply hovering in the background. These were the very real, full bloodied, people our Creator God chose to give birth and help nurture Jesus who was both fully human and fully God.
Born of God’s desire to be present and living amidst humanity, to “walk in the garden” with us the birth of Jesus deserves to be celebrated. Yet surely we also need to set aside time to wonder at the mystery and majesty of it all, to be awestruck and amazed. Christmas is not a time for just children as I so often hear. It is time for all of us. A time to truly celebrate with our hearts full of gladness for