FROM THE MINISTRY TEAM

 

 

Dear Friends

 

One of my abiding memories as a child was reaching down to the bottom of the eiderdown (1940’s speak for duvet) early on Christmas morning to see if Father Christmas had been.  I would run my fingers over the lumps and shapes of the stocking that I found there.  No point in calling to my parents to tell them the good news – last year’s experience told me that anything before 7.15am was not welcome.  So, alone, I explored this exciting and unusual object – an orange in the toe, some soft packages (not another handkerchief?!) some hard parcels (with any luck a Dinky toy).

 

At teatime we had trifle, which came in a large cut glass bowl.  It was decorated like a crown on top with a layer of custard (gold), pieces of glace cherry (rubies), angelica (emeralds), silver balls (pearls) and small pats of whipped cream (ermine).  Inside there was sponge cake and tinned fruit and jelly.  This represented a triumph of culinary wheeler-dealing on my mother’s part – it was wartime – and did not last long.

 

I took for granted the fact that I had my own bedroom, that my parents loved me and that we lived in relative security, in an undamaged house.  In Coventry, ten miles away, things were quite otherwise and the ruins from the blitz would remain there until well after the end of the war.

 

Some years later there were new interests and traditions: the Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge, on Christmas Eve; midnight Communion, opening presents after breakfast, the Queen’s speech at 3 o’clock, card and board games in front of an open fire in the evening.

 

For many people the Christmases I have described so far may reflect much of their experience, but truth is I haven’t said much about Christ yet.  Those who ran the campaign to “Put Christ back into Christmas” would know what I mean.

 

For Christians, the Christmas message is all about God loving the world and mankind so much that he sent his only Son to us, so that we might better know what God is like, (“He who has seen Jesus has seen the Father”) might be reconciled to Him, (“Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled”) and might by our faith and behaviour finally attain eternal life.  These insights are just some of God’s presents to us at Christmas.

 

We are rendered speechless because God in his mercy deliberately chose to appear in this world as an infant.  In that way He puts Himself on an equal footing with us, He makes no attempt to pull rank and impose His will on us, instead He offers us a free choice: “This is my beloved Son, listen to him.”  He acts in the weakness of a dependant child, in the vulnerability of an infant whose very survival depends upon devoted parents.  Christ is born in a stable in a village not his own, at the margin of society; worshipped by shepherds, who, because of their livelihood, were also at the margin of society; and within a few months he will be a refugee in Egypt.

 

In saying this we are making another mind-blowing claim: that God became incarnate; (“Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing. O come, let us adore him, O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.”) He took flesh and moved about among us, he became a man just as we are.  He was not, and is not, a remote divine person who, having created the world leaves it to its own devices, like some detached watchmaker looking on from a distance (a view that circulated in the eighteenth century).

 

We believe that ours is a God who is active in history, who can change people’s lives – always acting within the constraints of the scientific rules that govern the physical world and form part of his providence.  He rages against injustice, weeps with us when we weep, laughs with us when we laugh.  Tested in all things just as we are.  Jesus, the Word of God, became what we are that he might make us what he himself is.

 

The birth of Christ radically alters our status (“O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free thine own from Satan’s tyranny”).  We are like prisoners released from a dark dungeon, or citizens who used to be enslaved members of the kingdom of sin and evil, but who are now citizens of a kingdom whose king is Christ Jesus, free to enjoy the liberty of spirit that his rule brings.

 

Finally, God’s chief gift to us at Christmas is the gift of hope, the hope that we may attain eternal life (“Israel’s strength and consolation, hope of all the world thou art”).  For us death is not the end, instead we look forward to being with Christ, one day, in a never-ending relationship.  Because, after Christ’s passion and the events of Easter Day the risen, glorified Christ takes our humanity into the godhead and as a result we humans become God like. What could be more glorious or valuable than that?

 

A happy and joyful Christmas everyone!

 

Colin Bailey