All posts tagged: Jesus’ birth

The “YES” That Sent One Young Woman On A Trajectory Of Greatness

You are Mary. Young, engaged to be married to a man – a good man – but a man twice your age. You are chaste, a virgin still, in keeping with societal expectations of presenting a pure bride to her husband. Things are swimming along and then <<<BOOM>>> your whole world is shaken. An angel rocks up to say “hello” with an ulterior motive. Something like, “God is so pleased with you and admires your holy character!” Your head is reeling. You’re confused at the sudden attention. “Don’t worry!” the angel says, “God has a surprise for you… You’re going to fall pregnant and give birth to a son called Jesus. He will be the son of God!” Lifting your jaw from the floor you manage to ask, “How? I’ve never had sex!” And the angel gives the most obvious response. “The Holy Spirit will hover over you.” It’s right about here that most thinking women would have either erupted into fits of laughter at the absurdity of the proclamation, or run away – far, far away. But …

A Humble Birth With A Grand Response

Bit proud of myself. I made my own nativity scene – after many years trying to find something that, A) isn’t a ludicrously-coloured kids’ version, and B) doesn’t cost a month’s pay. I raided the kids’ toy box for some animal figurines: a few lambs, a sheep and a donkey. A bird’s nest made the manger, a bit of creative folding of a length of bandage for baby Jesus, a hessian star – all whacked under a glass cloche (Masterchef eat your heart out!), and voila!   The idea featured in the December issue of a certain home decorating magazine. Er, the idea I copied that is… So our modest little nativity scene (sans Mary and Joseph – still working on them!) is sitting on a side table in our lounge room. Behind it looms the Christmas tree, laden with tinsel, shiny baubles, be-glittered ornaments, twinkling lights and all manner of gaudy Christmas objects. I love it. But the juxtaposition of my humble nativity scene with that other leafy celebration of Christmas was poignant. For …

Christmas is NOT just for kids

Every time I hear someone say, “Christmas is for the kids” I want to stamp my foot, fix my hands to my hips and, in my most maturest, grown-up voice respond, “It is NOT!” I love Christmas. I love presents, tinsel and carols.  I love the feasting, the family time and the drinks with friends.  I love decorating the tree, lovingly wrapping each gift and driving around in the nights before Christmas to look at the houses lit up like the proverbial.  The season is certainly made richer for the squeals of delight and wide-eyed wonderment of children.  That was evident at the Christmas pageant through Launceston’s streets recently.  Kids hoisted on their dads’ shoulders and jumping at the roadside brought a generous measure of joy to the atmosphere. But let’s not relinquish Christmas to the kiddies. Children bring the merriment, but it was one single child more than 2000 years ago that brought the reason for the celebration – for adults and children alike.  He came via an unplanned pregnancy, out of wedlock, to …