o come let us adore him?

Since I’m sure you all have so much time to spare right now, I have a real question for you to play with in comments. And it is this:

How important is the crib/ crèche to you in worship and why?

And a subset of questions for those who can be bothered: does it matter to you where the crib is in the church? when does the Christ child ‘appear’ in your church, and does it happen when you think it should?

All this comes because a member of the congregation convinced me that I was wrong to try to move  the crib away from the door.  After several conversations,  I realised that others seem to care more about the location of the crib than I do, but less about the timing of the ‘arrival’. So, we will compromise: their location, my timing, and a pile of booklets which won’t be quite right but that I haven’t the energy to fix.

Let us just relish the irony of the booklets needing to be changed the first ever time I got them done early…

sudden turning

I have struggled to find enthusiasm for Christmas this year. There have been little things in the way: I’ve been ill more times in the past month than in the past two years previous. Nothing serious. Just one little annoyance after another. I have therefore been constantly behind, aware of the things that are not being done, never feeling on top of things.

Christmas has felt a bit like an exam that one has left it too late to study for. You go in on a wing and a prayer, but know that even if you ‘get away with it’  you won’t have done your best. This weekend I am again walking the tightrope — trying to get it all done, trying not to push so far that this present cold turns to laryngitis.

And then suddenly, it all turned — with this blog post.
So quickly hope comes.

And just in time too.