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Sunday, 24 December 2023

Portents

 


We weren’t the shepherds keeping watch over our flocks by night. Neither were we the angels others heard on high. Nor were we away in the manger.

We were driving down to Banchory to the Christmas Eve service, at 4 pm.

Much speculation went on in the car about what it might mean. One person was pretty sure it signified that Caesar would die. That same person suggested we stop and read the entrails of the pheasant which that driver had hit as we headed into town. But the pheasant jumped up and ran off, just in time.

It was only as we sang about the angels singing on that Christmas eve so long ago, that we realised it could be a nudge from heaven to look up, be alert, and praise God for the gift whose birth we are celebrating tonight.

Alleluia, in excelsis deo.

Immanuel. God with us.

Merry Christmas

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