My prayer for you, in this holy season and as 2019 comes to a close, is that you will find and trace the Christmas story in your hearts and in the ordinary circumstances of your everyday life.
Where — here, today — the vulnerable Christ is found, asking to be held, to be loved, to be fed, may your eyes be open to see him and your ears be open to hear him when he cries.
At the present time, just coming out of the UK general election in which our people, like the American people, have voted in those who use power not even selfishly, but (more than that) disastrously for everyone including themselves, I am so heartsick I hardly know how to live from day to day. What we have put in place spells destruction for all that as Christian people we are called to protect and defend — creation, the poor, the sick and disabled, the stranger, the orphan and widow. As inequality widens and deepens, our mortality rate rises and the power of Mammon bites deeper, the grief and sorrow in my heart feels like more than I can bear. But this is where we are.
Here, in this time and place, and no other, we are called to lived the gospel, to gather up the fragments that remain so that nothing may be lost.
May your home, your conduct towards others, your daily choices, your personal relationships, be the warm handmade bricks to build the kingdom. May the love of Christ be realised in your life, and set you free from every clinging sin. May you be happy, may you be at peace, and may you be made whole.
Blessed feast of the nativity to you, dear friends; may Christ be born in your heart this holy night.