Luke 2:20
The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
They came to worship.
knowing that
on this last Sunday in Advent
we'd be ready
to break out the Christmas Carols
and to unfold the Christmas story.
The star that had been making its way
through the sanctuary
as Advent progressed
was placed over the choir at the front.
As the children processed
dropping glitter in their wake
there was a buzz of expectation.
Children and adults dressed up
and took part
Angels, shepherds, wise men too.
Mary was a single mum for a time
until one of the shepherds
stepped into the breach.
One angel was well into his 70sThe three kings were four
And the baby God?
Was there the whole time
from beginning to end
Not asleep on the hay
but coorying in beside
the widower chilled with grief
Embracing the young mother
worn out working all hours to make ends meet
Lifting the spirits of the gran
whose family are all far away
And heading home
with all who were entranced
by the beauty and simplicity
of the story
of Emmanuel
God with us.
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