Sometimes Christmas seems like a cosy, well-worn story we tell
To comfort each other,
To make the darkness more bearable.
But incarnation isn’t like that.
It’s fiercely, heart-achingly beautiful.
It’s true in the baby laid in the manger,
the wood carved and carried.
It’s true in the bread laid in hand after hand,
It’s true in the face gazing back at us,
In the congregation
Or in the mirror.
Because tonight is the night when everything changes.
Nothing will ever be the same again
Because Christ has come into the world
To lift up the lowly
To fill the hungry.
Tonight heaven bends near to earth
And earth gazes up at heaven.
And if we only stretch out our hands
We will receive
The Word made flesh