Something lovely for the (first) weekend (of Advent)

Whilst I made the Christmas puddings last weekend I had this on repeat.

And yes, I did a little bit of dancing and singing along right there in the kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon. If you didn’t listen to the words you’d never guess this was a song about struggles, doubts and questions. But here it is, sung by people who know first hand the startling truth: He is our peace in a troubled sea. 

In my Sunday school class we opened the Jesus Storybook Bible and read about Isaiah and the long story from Adam, through to Abraham and onwards to King David beginning to fall into place. Pieces of the jig-saw we joined it up, right there on the Sunday school floor. Fragments of a story cut into a puzzle and hidden around the room. Each searching child, running with their find, to restore it to the other piece cut from the page:

  • A child will be born in real time, real flesh
  • God will come amongst us here and now
  • He will be a light to those who can not see
  • He will be pure royalty with no palace and no crown

The world is broken and weeping and struggling but the God has a plan conceived in his heart since before the dawn of time. The time for the plan to come out of hiding, minutes tick on the great clock of time. Here he is now, close enough to touch.

The people walking in darkness
    have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
    a light has dawned.

For to us a child is born,
    to us a son is given,
    and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
    Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9.2,6

This is Advent: all the waiting and the earnest expectation, the counting down of the days, the housekeeping, the cleaning and the cooking. Gifts will be received and gifts will be given. In it all, the greatest gift of all, is born. All of time pressing in on our busyness, stress and haste God in the curtains waiting to invade our world with the presence of peace. We need to slow right down and make this count. Emmanuel, God with us, a wonder that will not be rushed.


With paper pieces made up into a whole and the fullness of the story told, we made our lighthouses from disposable coffee cups, coloured paper and those battery operated LED lights you can by in pound shops and Christmas pop-up stores.

A little light in the darkness bringing us safe to shore.


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