Yahey, the annual Christmas Party hosted by 'the girls' (and the wonderful husband of one of the girls) is tomorrow night! We went shopping the other day for all the food, drinks and such like - without having first thought through where we would store it all ... thank goodness for the churches basement freezer! Tomorrow food will be cooked, spare chairs will be carted over from church, we'll all dress up ... and Christmas will finally have arrived. It's one of my favourite parts of Christmas. We're the most unlikely group of friends if you take a look at us, but our faith makes it work somehow. As usual we've organised a secret Santa (complete with a visit from Santa) ... only we're so rubbish at not knowing who has who, trying to keep it secret is fun.
I can't wait! It's one of the few times in the year where you definately get us all together - we even all make an effort and dress up for the occassion. For me, somewhere in this mix, this is when Christmas really begins. There is something in the gathering together followed by going to the watchnight service that somehow makes the the meaning of Christmas clear.
Incarnation ... coming to dwell among and with ... somewhere, somehow in our gathering this becomes real for me. It may sound cheesy, but Jesus is present, tangibly, and Christmas comes alive for me. To anyone else that might not make sense, I may not be able to articulate it well, but for me thats what happens.
Who knew so much could come from a simple Christmas Eve party!?!
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