A few days ago I heard a clip from the former Archbishop of Canterbury,
Rowan Williams, who was reflecting on the first verse of the gospel of St John – “In the beginning was the word”
The few words I caught were his reflection suggesting that maybe it was
not so much that creation began with a word but with a song.
I have thought about this over the last few days in the run up to this
morning, a song whose melody and echo reverberates through the ages and in the
Christmas story a new harmony is created within the original score.
Christmas of course is a time of song – Carols have been piped in lifts,
shopping malls and high streets since October, sung outside blocks of flats and
in homes, remembered in the half light of churches amidst candles and
accompanied by the aroma of mulled wine and warm mince pies.
The Carols of course tell the story, tell of that little town of
Bethlehem, that Royal city where there stood a lowly cattle shed. Their melodies
remind us of shepherds who watched their flock by night and three kings from
orient far, their words speak of that midnight clear, that glorious song of
old; and that amid the woes of sin and strife the love song the angels sing.
But as song, as the song we
are reminded that Christmas is, amidst the tinsel and tea towels of a thousand
nativities, a love song. A love story with a prequel that takes us not to a
distant galaxy far away but to the very beginning of time when God spoke into
the void of nothingness “Let there be light” - let there be love, let there be
a wonderful and complex world in which all creation can hear the song of Gods
love in the earth, land, sea and the very dust of our being. The Christmas story is
another chapter in this amazing story, a central aria within this grand Opera
where the center stage is Bethlehem and a stable in which God choose to be
born, born of a woman.
So around the world the song is once again sung, but it does seem that
more and more people are asking, as the psalmist asked long ago “ How can we
sing the Lords song in a strange land”.
In a country as diverse as we now are it is a question that many are
asking. Some think the answer is to reduce the wonder of Christmas to a winter
fest; a winter wonder land of bright and shinny, but ultimately faux and false,
promises. False snow, ever cheaper party food and even a channel on my sky
package called The Christmas channel with back to back films with Christmas in
the story line.
It was rather refreshing this year to see the advert put out by the Muslim
Council of Britain this year
“Keep Calm it Christmas : Don’t panic Christmas is not banned”
Let us therefore not be afraid to join in this amazing love story, to
become a part of its narrative to allow ourselves to be caressed by this love
song from God.
let us rejoice that God so loved the world that he sent us his son, not
out of wrath that needed satisfying, or out of some cosmic sense of duty but
because of love – a love that knows each one of us by name if we are prepared
to acknowledge the name of Jesus.
The past two thousand years since the birth of Christ can be viewed as a
relentless round of greed and violence, fear and insecurity of greed and
violence and death to the love song sung by the angels. But the truth of the
matter is that there is still an incredible energy in the world that flows from generosity of God. I think we saw that acknowledged in the reaction
of every nation and maybe every human being at news of the death of Nelson
Mandela a few weeks ago.
The Christmas story, the Creators love song, cannot and will not be
silenced, and the beauty of both is that even when we feel that we have no
voice, or that we have lost the will to sing or cannot remember the words,
others will lift their voices and sing and the song will touch us and inspire us
as the Love of God revealed in that stable long ago continues to do so today.
May God bless you all this Christmas and may the message of the angels
resound in your hearts…
with peaceful wings unfurled;
and still their heavenly music floats
over all the weary world:
above its sad and lowly plains
they bend on hovering wing;
and ever over its Babel- sounds
the blessed angels sing.
I really liked the part where you said about Nelson Mandela and how the world reacted to the news of his passing.
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