The Final Sign of Christmas: Trees

I have left the tree till last, mostly because I did not know what I wanted to say in this blog. There were so many ideas, but in the last few days with the changes and disruptions to our already disrupted plans for Christmas. The message has become clear in my mind. 

There was another reason that I left the tree to last; growing up the tree was the last decoration to arrive in our home. It was the sign that Christmas was finally here. Our family always had a real tree. When the tree arrived and began to die; it was a sign that the festivities really started to live. The Christmas chocolate was opened. Suddenly, the Christmas cheese was not off bounds. The tree had to die so that the festivities could live. 

I have been really struck by that idea. We kill something so that something else can live. What else in this disrupted, distorted, and sometimes a devastating year, have I had to kill off, and what things have lived because of it?
I have killed off expectation so that being at peace with reality has a chance to live.
Killed off perfectionism, so that progress can be celebrated.
Killed media consumption, so that creativity has a chance to live.
Killed time with family, so that other people can live.

In many ways, the Christmas trees and their dropping needles that fill our homes with delight are a fantastic precursor to the second half of the story. You know the one, where someone had to die so that everyone else could live. 
I have had fun writing these little thoughts about Advent, thank you for joining me on the journey.
Merry Christmas,

Serena

The Signs of Christmas: Songs

Recently reunited with this gem from my childhood. I can remember receiving it when I was about eight years old. I was excited to be playing music that I knew. Songs I could recognise, after the endless scales and exercises of an elementary piano student. My excitement lasted about ten minutes after I got home. The words and melodies were so familiar to me. I could see what my right hand was supposed to play; I could hear how the tune was supposed to sound. But putting those together, with the chords and bass of the left hand and the more than ‘just the melody’ in the right hand’ still took practice. 

My childhood brain was somewhere between disappointed and agitated because something so familiar was also so complex. There were so many more elements, than my childhood experience, of singing the melody to ‘Away in a Manger’ a thousand times. 

Isn’t that also true of the Christmas story? For that is what we sing in these carols and hymns; the Christmas story. There are words that we sing each Christmas that are so familiar. Many of us have them memorized without knowing. We sing them without thinking and our familiarity has bred a little contempt and lost a little wonder. I mean think about these phrases taken from carols we sing each year.

‘Veiled in flesh The Godhead see

Hail the incarnate deity

Pleased as man, with man to dwell

Jesus our Emmanual.’

‘No more let sins and sorrows grow

Nor thorns infest the ground

He comes to make His blessings flow

Far as the curse is found.

These are a little more complex than Baa baa black sheep are they not? We seem to sing them with gusto each year. In our exuberance and excitement, I think we forget the depth and mystery and wonder.

Let’s stand back and forget our familiarity in the songs and find ourselves once again wondering at the beauty of Jesus, pleased, delighted even thrilled to become human and to dwell, live and reside with us, that we might learn the best way to be human. That blessing may flow from us to all humanity.

The Signs of Christmas: Angels

Jack saw angels and not the kind I would ever wish to meet. He was close to seven years old and was entirely comfortable with the fact that he had seen angels outside his house, protecting him and his family. The young boy described them as sword-wielding, radiant beings who struck holy terror everywhere they went. They were not the slightly odd Barbie dolls that we put on the top of the Christmas tree. These creatures meant business. 

The dictionary definition of an angel says ‘an agent or messenger of God.’ When we look at this in the context of the Christmas narrative their role seems to be to explain that our protagonists should not be terrified, even though some horrifically terrifying event is about to take place.

That is how they announced themselves each time in the Christmas story.

Do not be afraid, you’re thirteen and you’re going to have a baby.

Do not be afraid, you’re fiancee is pregnant

Do not be afraid, you are going to be the first to see Emmanual.

Do not be afraid, you need to flee your homeland to protect your child.

Cast your mind back to the beginning of this year and consider what the angels, the sword-wielding messenger, might have said to you:

Do not be afraid, you’re going to be separated from your loved ones

Do not be afraid, your way of life is going to be drastically altered

Do not be afraid, homeschooling for six months is awesome!

Do not be afraid, you’re going to be unemployed 

I guess we would have run a mile; questioned everything, and found ourselves meditating, even fixated, on the end of those sentences, not the beginning. 

This week as we look for angels as a sign of the arrival of Christmas let’s take a minute and remember to stay in the first part of the sentence. And, whatever the new year brings, do not be afraid.

The First Sign of Christmas: Lights

Those December days when the darkness lengthens. When the world never quite seems to wake up. Cloud upon cloud upon cloud. Endless grey and then, you spot them. One house then another. A tree, a lighted reindeer. Until the streets dance with light, on the dullest December day. 

I do love them, but they have always seemed a little odd. We put lights outside our house and then go inside, close the curtains and have another mince pie. Oblivious to the spectacle we have created outside. Christmas lights in the gardens and windows of houses are the most other centred behaviour in this self-centred culture and season. Lights are the one thing that we do each year that is almost entirely for our neighbour. It is a generous act, that says, this darkness will not have the last word. It is an act of rebellion against selfishness. It requires the sacrifice of time and electricity for the benefit of others. Beyond a glimpse, as we rush inside, laden down with shopping bags, we scarcely see the lights on the outside of our homes.

Could it be that this, our first sign of Christmas, is the closest to the real meaning of Christmas that we will explore on our journey? A light in the darkness. A light in the darkness, entirely for the sake of others. A light in the darkness, to prove that darkness will end;  all the darkness that there ever was will be swallowed by light. Put your lights up with fresh abandon this year. Brighten the day for someone else and look for space to be like a light everywhere you go this season.