Not long ago I came across a Christmas meditation by Michael Stancliffe, a fine preacher whose ministry encompassed time as Speaker’s Chaplain in the House of Commons, and later as Dean of Winchester. In this meditation he points out that the Christmas story is concerned with small things.
”˜At the heart of it is a human being at its smallest, and that newborn child is surrounded by no greatness ”“ no palace, no pomp, no grand people. Nor had the first to join that little group anything impressive about them ”“ shepherds on night duty don’t look princely ”“ and it was only later that more imposing personages put in an appearance. Christians believe that what happened in that small setting was of cosmic significance.’
The birth of Jesus at Bethlehem which we celebrate at Christmas is the burning glass which concentrates in the vulnerable fragility of a new-born child the immensity of the Divine Love by which all things were made and which holds the vastness of the universe in being. What is God like? God is like ”“ indeed God is ”“ this totally dependent, tiny bundle of life….