Christmas Eve. I’m listening to carols from King’s College, the village is silent, the lanes are deserted, Christmas lights twinkle in the windows and above us the darkness stretches deep, beyond sight and sound and knowledge. Hush. All around us, hush. The clamour of everyday fades away, the lists are finished, the planning is done, and now….. peace. Moments of peace.
‘Infinite, and an infant. Eternal, and yet born of a woman. Almighty, and yet hanging on a woman’s breast. Supporting a universe, and yet needing to be carried in a mother’s arms. King of angels, and yet the reputed son of Joseph. Heir of all things, and yet the carpenter’s despised son.‘ Charles Spurgeon.
Know what I’m going to do now? I’m going to bed, to set my alarm so that I will wake up in time to take part in a live streamed worship service thousands of miles away in South Africa. What a wonderful world we have been given.
Happy Christmas, loads of blessings, to you all.