Amidst all the tinsel and cake, mistletoe and wrapping paper, I try to take a moment to impress upon my mind and heart the real reason why we celebrate this most lovely of feasts. To recall that great gift of God, of His very Self, to us.
For me, it is the joy of giving that best encapsulates the spirit of Christmas (not that I have any objection to receiving!). For nothing else comes quite so close to mimicking that quiet miracle of miracles; the arrival of the Saviour of the World. The Saviour not just of Christians, Jews and Muslims, but of atheists, agnostics and all faiths big or small. The Saviour of every human soul that ever came into being through the intimate union of mother and father, past, present and future. Saviour of the believer and the non-believer alike and of those balancing on the proverbial fence. In an era of intolerance, strife and discrimination, Christ personifies peace.
Innocence, vulnerability, and total dependence, God became one of us. Imagine a tiny baby, eyes closed, face wrinkled with childbirth, hair matted and tiny hands curled. He nestles at his mother’s breast and his little mouth opens as he roots for her milk. Wrapped in swaddling clothes and held close in his mother’s arms, his bleary eyes cannot see the poverty around him. So close to his adoring mother, he is the richest child in the world. Humble shepherds come to gaze on his tiny form. Lambs join the gaggle of animals and the baby’s first lullaby is a symphony of bleating and cooing. The grey-haired St Joseph smiles fondly at the infant as he works to prepare a bed for his wife and child. Without pomp or ceremony, without guile or prejudice, the Christ-child is born.
Happy birthday sweet Jesus. May we all remember you today, your day.