This is our hallway – last year. Because I haven’t put any decorations up. Not yet. We couldn’t if we wanted to but we don’t want to. Not yet. We have just had the windows replaced, as well as the rendering on the front of the house. I am all of a kerfuffle. I have lost three weeks of my life to dust, unplugged phone lines and wi-fi, scaffolding and big spiders. I am barely back in the habit of having regular showers – let alone Christmas Decorations. And it’s TOO EARLY! I am downcast by Black Friday – watching people who fought last year in Tesco’s car park for a 28 inch telly, now coming back and fighting again for a 40 inch telly because the Internet tells them that they have to. Bah!
I am bad tempered, tired with little positive to say about Christmas and I love Christmas. According to the You Tube people – this week is Jingle Week enabling me to buy my Christmas clothes and make-up. Hah! Well you know what you can do with that.
Yet, in the middle of all this, there is just a tiny hint. Something is stirring. Think of the Wise Men. They had maybe spent years and years studying astrological charts, watching the skies and reading the stars. Looking to make sure that they had got it right – that a king – a promised Messiah was on the way. Maybe they just noticed a few subtle changes in the skies, before they ever saw THE star.
Just thinking about Mary, alone and quiet – rubbing her belly and thinking and wondering what was to come. In the middle of the madness that has so successfully claimed Christmas, I’m trying to stop and look at the skies. I’m wondering how it felt, if it felt any different at all, in those moments, just before the miracle, when God’s great rescue plan began to move into action. And I want to claim it back. I want Christmas to be about the baby who would be Saviour and before it all starts, I want to quietly take my time and think about what is to come.
Linking up with Tracing Rainbows – A Pause in Advent