You see all kinds of people in church at Christmas.
You see the people who are there every Sunday. You see the old familiar faces who are gone away now and are home for the festivities. You see people who you haven’t seen since last Christmas. You see strange faces, visitors from the East and folk from across the road and people who wonder whether they might be welcome on this magical night when enemies are reconciled, debts forgiven, and strangers made welcome. The shepherds and the Magi, the young and the old, the angels and the saints, all gathered together under one roof and for one reason.
For the ancient story and the eternal truth that, in those days, two thousand years ago, a decree went out from the Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered, and so, frightened and far from home, in an outhouse behind the inn, a young girl from Nazareth, heavily pregnant, settled in for an uncomfortable night with her beloved, and later that night, unexpectedly and inconveniently, she was delivered of a baby of whom it was said that he would change the world.
Our God has come among us.
A very merry Christmas to all of you.