It always seems to be a rush to get to Christmas. I am sure many of you are better organised, but I always end up missing the last posting dates for some of the cards and going to Tesco – there are other supermarkets! – to grab the turkey early on Christmas Eve. But maybe I am in good company. After all, Mary and Joseph only just made it to Bethlehem before the baby Jesus arrived – God in human form. I am not sure that the searching for the “right” present in quite parallel to their search for accommodation. But I am sure that the joy of the arrival of that baby, celebrated by angels, shepherds and wise men, is something that we can – and must – share all these years later.
I have been reading Rachel Boulding's "Companions on the Bethlehem Road: Daily Readings and Reflections for the Advent Journey". At the end of the reading and comment today, she poses the following question for reflection: "If someone were to ask you today (which they might ...), 'So what's Christmas meant to mean?' would you have an answer? Could you plan what you might say?"