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Sleigh bells ring! Are you listening? Those sleigh bells are a death knell for the meaning behind Christmas. Have we lost Christ amongst our consumerism? I know what some people might say when they read this, "Bah-humbug! Stop with your scrooge-esque little rant and lighten up!"
So is there a problem? The people over at advent conspiracy seem to think so!
"Advent Conspiracy is an international movement restoring the scandal of Christmas by worshipping Jesus through compassion, not consumption.
Christ tends to get overlooked at Christmas. Let’s be honest. December comes and you think, “OK, this is the year.” This time you’ll swear you’ll slow down and take it all in. Make the most with family. Help the needy. Zero in on what it really means to be a Christ follower during this holy season.
What if you could inspire your church, your family and yourself to avoid being consumed by commercialism this Christmas?"
I'd like to know what you think about the advent conspiracy...
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A Maze of Carols
It happened in the deep mid winter on a still and silent night that whilst shepherds watched their flocks, there came from heaven an angelic host proclaiming joy to the world. Led by the arch angel Gabriel the angels proclaimed:
“Glory to God in the highest On earth goodwill to all men”
The shepherds were awe- struck, listening as Gabriel instructed them to follow the star in the east. The star would guide them to the little town of Bethlehem; where in a lowly stable lying on a bed of straw they would find the babe asleep in a manger.
The news travelled far into the eastern lands and made an impression on three kings from the Orient who realized this star of wonder was surely a sign from God. Emmanuel had come! Quickly the three wise men set their sights to follow the star in the east which would enable them to worship the new born king.
From this divinely appointed event in world history, generations have followed the example of the shepherds and kings; acknowledging that Jesus, God’s Son is the Father’s promise to the world. Therefore an open invitation is now given to one and all. So come all ye faithful and celebrate that once in David’s city, on a holy night, a special love came down bringing hope not only for Jerusalem, but for the whole world. So let us join with the angels as with one voice we sing:
“Glory to the new born King”
Christmas Decorations
It’s that time again when tinsel, Christmas trees, baubles and Santa are seen everywhere; with each year bringing a variation on an old theme. In particular I have noticed once again a variety of electrically powered fibre- optic trees around, which give a beautiful effect when lit.
On studying the trees it struck me how in some ways they could be an analogy of the Church as the Body of Christ. Examining the tree I noticed how each branch consists of many fibres, which on their own are fragile and appear vulnerable, but change when they are fused to the rest; then they become more solid and fulfil what they were designed to do. It is interesting to note that not all of the fibres light at the same time; rather each fibre has its own time to glow. This too reminds me of Christians who may have a special work to do and for a time may shine in the public sphere; whilst others are silent supporters; who continue through prayer to serve as a back up, awaiting their own time to shine.
Although the flickering lights of the tree appear to glow at random, it soon becomes apparent there is order to the effect. This also reminds me of the Christian life. Although we are all doing different things at different times there must be order. Our God is a God of order (re: The Universe) so it is important, that in our zeal, confusion does not arise allowing a haphazard attitude to develop, thus causing dissention within the church family.
Colour too is a special feature of the fibre-optic tree, and once again is a reflection of the Christian church. Within the international Christian church there is a great variety of colour, race and culture, which brings an interesting dimension to our worship. All have a part to play and in so doing allow us to enjoy the full range of God’s creativity. However; just like the little trees we need to be connected. When unplugged from the powerhouse the trees appear dull and lifeless having nothing to commend them. It is only when they are connected to the source of supply that they come alive, bringing beauty, tranquillity and pleasure into an otherwise dark and dreary world.
So this Christmas as we prepare for the festivities, let us remember when we plug in our little tree that we too need to make a connection with the Source of Life and all Power. This year let god empower us all to spread the good news of ‘The Reason for the Season’ – the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.
A Celebration
Bartwell was awash with Christmas shoppers. It was December 24th and anything that would pass as a gift was being purchased. Weary shopkeepers gazed longingly as the clock hand moved ever so slowly towards the magical hour of 5.00pm when the shutters would come down for two glorious days of relaxation; before the after Christmas sales heralded even more frenzied shopping.
Making his way through the smiling, dancing Santas and the gaudy neon –lit signs Albert dipped his head against the icy evening. Pulling his threadbare jacket a little tighter, he prayed there would be no snow- his thin canvas shoes just would not hold out. At the crossroads cars honked noisily as ‘road-rage’ reared its ugly head, children cried as they were systematically dragged from one busy shop to another. Disgruntled traffic wardens devoid of Any Christmas spirit attached penalty tickets to abandoned cars dreaming of the time when their shift would end, and they could relax in front of a cheerful open fire. Albert smiled; how glad he was to be out of the ‘rat-race’. He may have very little in the material sense, but at least he knew what it was to be content.
Passing ‘The Duke’s Arms’ pub Albert was almost bowled over by a group of early evening revellers who were ‘the worse for wear’. Albert shook his head; tomorrow will be a washout- sore heads and no appetite! What a way to spend Christmas! A little further along the road a group of Carollers attempted to introduce some Christmas joy to those around; but they may as well have been invisible for all the interest shown. Albert delved deep into his pocket and found 10p. It wouldn’t do him much good anyway, so with a smile he dropped it into the collection tin. “Thank you sir-Happy Christmas!” Albert continued his journey.
At last Albert reached ‘home’. He always kept his cardboard carton hidden beneath the shrubbery bordering Granston Bridge, and he just hoped it would still be there. “Yes!” he shouted aloud –the carton was still there, now he was sure of some warm cover for the night. Once assembled Albert waited patiently for his friends; he hadn’t long to wait. “Is that you Albert?” Charlie a former headmaster had arrived. Like Albert he too had opted out, the stresses of life had worn him down. “Yes, its me” Albert replied, “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, is there any room beside you Albert?” “Certainly, come on over”. One by one the friends arrived until very soon animated chatter filled the air as the boys relived the day’s events “Jimmy have you anything to eat? Jimmy shook his head. “No I wasn’t very fortunate today.” “Never mind “ Sammy and Charlie spoke in unison. “Sure we’ll pool what we have, and there’ll be plenty.
Huddled against the cold night air the friends laughed and chatted over their meagre meal. It was Albert who led the singing of the much loved carol ‘Silent Night’. But by the end of the first line, rich bass and tenor voices had blended and joined in, bringing a sense of peace and warmth into an otherwise bleak situation.
From the back of the gathering Charlie caught everyone’s attention as he shouted, “I have a surprise”. From deep within his long black coat Charlie produced a cheap bottle of wine and a handful of plastic cups. A cheer went up as one by one the boys lined up to fill their cups. “Seeing as we’ve got the wine, here’s the bread” Albert declared. As the stale and broken breads passed amongst the group Johnny spoke for them all, “A feast fit for a King” Albert smiled, “Indeed it is.”
As the friends shared their unconventional ’Lord’s Supper’ the town hall clock chimed the midnight hour. Once again Christmas had come, bringing its message of hope for the world.
As Albert supped his wine and ate his bread, he gave thanks for his own good fortune. He had life, health, food, shelter, and genuine friends. Once again God had provided. “Merry Christmas everyone” Albert raised his cup. “And to you Albert” the boys replied. Albert sighed contentedly “What a splendid Christmas!”
Holy Night
There was an air of expectancy as the Saints of Heaven assembled in the Throne Room. News had filtered through that the Father had made a momentous decision, which would settle things forever with His rebellious creation.
Acting spokesman Archangel Gabriel unfurled a scroll declaring “This is the world of the Lord”. Jesus the Holy One will enter the earth and for a while live amongst the people. During this time He will take the Father’s love into every aspect of their lives. Jesus will teach, instruct, heal and restore life, but above all He will open the door to forgiveness. For all who accept and believe in His name there will be no more condemnation, and they will be reconciled to the Father. This will be a personal choice, each must decide for themselves to accept or reject the sacrifice of the Lamb. It is the Father’s final offer –There is no other way”. Murmurs of agreement rippled throughout the crowd, but almost immediately they were silenced as Gabriel continued, ”however, there is a price to be paid; the debt cannot be overlooked and must be paid -in full! The atmosphere was charged as the people listened to the conditions. “Jesus is to offer Himself as a sacrifice. He will give Himself over to the shameful and most terrible of deaths –crucifixion. On the cross He will bear away all past, present, and future sins of mankind. Once the debt is paid, Jesus will be raised and restored to Glory where He will reign for evermore”. Again there were murmurings, but this time of disbelief. “Is there no other way? When will this happen? Gabriel answered sadly, “God has spoken. However, this is not the start of God’s plan; rather it is the fulfilment. Tonight the world will be given the Father’s gift of Love”.
In a remote corner of the Universe a learned teacher was instructing his students on the mysteries of the constellations. Excitedly he broke the amazing news that a new star had appeared in the Heavens. “This is a special night; some might even call it a Holy Night. It has been said that a new star indicates the birth of a new King. For centuries we have been taught that Jehovah will send us a Messiah, and tonight I believe this star is the sign we have been waiting for”. The students were ecstatic. “Can this be true? Could the new King be the expected one –The Messiah?”
Achmet smiled “Ah, that is for you to decide, but for myself I believe this night the world will change forever. But come, let us step outside and enjoy our first viewing of this special star.”.
Stepping into the crisp night air, Acmet lifted his eyes to heaven:
“Yes this is indeed a Holy Night; in fact, if you listen carefully, you may even hear the angels sing – Welcome Messiah
It happened in the deep mid winter on a still and silent night that whilst shepherds watched their flocks, there came from heaven an angelic host proclaiming joy to the world. Led by the arch angel Gabriel the angels proclaimed:
“Glory to God in the highest On earth goodwill to all men”
The shepherds were awe- struck, listening as Gabriel instructed them to follow the star in the east. The star would guide them to the little town of Bethlehem; where in a lowly stable lying on a bed of straw they would find the babe asleep in a manger.
The news travelled far into the eastern lands and made an impression on three kings from the Orient who realized this star of wonder was surely a sign from God. Emmanuel had come! Quickly the three wise men set their sights to follow the star in the east which would enable them to worship the new born king.
From this divinely appointed event in world history, generations have followed the example of the shepherds and kings; acknowledging that Jesus, God’s Son is the Father’s promise to the world. Therefore an open invitation is now given to one and all. So come all ye faithful and celebrate that once in David’s city, on a holy night, a special love came down bringing hope not only for Jerusalem, but for the whole world. So let us join with the angels as with one voice we sing:
“Glory to the new born King”
Christmas Decorations
It’s that time again when tinsel, Christmas trees, baubles and Santa are seen everywhere; with each year bringing a variation on an old theme. In particular I have noticed once again a variety of electrically powered fibre- optic trees around, which give a beautiful effect when lit.
On studying the trees it struck me how in some ways they could be an analogy of the Church as the Body of Christ. Examining the tree I noticed how each branch consists of many fibres, which on their own are fragile and appear vulnerable, but change when they are fused to the rest; then they become more solid and fulfil what they were designed to do. It is interesting to note that not all of the fibres light at the same time; rather each fibre has its own time to glow. This too reminds me of Christians who may have a special work to do and for a time may shine in the public sphere; whilst others are silent supporters; who continue through prayer to serve as a back up, awaiting their own time to shine.
Although the flickering lights of the tree appear to glow at random, it soon becomes apparent there is order to the effect. This also reminds me of the Christian life. Although we are all doing different things at different times there must be order. Our God is a God of order (re: The Universe) so it is important, that in our zeal, confusion does not arise allowing a haphazard attitude to develop, thus causing dissention within the church family.
Colour too is a special feature of the fibre-optic tree, and once again is a reflection of the Christian church. Within the international Christian church there is a great variety of colour, race and culture, which brings an interesting dimension to our worship. All have a part to play and in so doing allow us to enjoy the full range of God’s creativity. However; just like the little trees we need to be connected. When unplugged from the powerhouse the trees appear dull and lifeless having nothing to commend them. It is only when they are connected to the source of supply that they come alive, bringing beauty, tranquillity and pleasure into an otherwise dark and dreary world.
So this Christmas as we prepare for the festivities, let us remember when we plug in our little tree that we too need to make a connection with the Source of Life and all Power. This year let god empower us all to spread the good news of ‘The Reason for the Season’ – the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.
A Celebration
Bartwell was awash with Christmas shoppers. It was December 24th and anything that would pass as a gift was being purchased. Weary shopkeepers gazed longingly as the clock hand moved ever so slowly towards the magical hour of 5.00pm when the shutters would come down for two glorious days of relaxation; before the after Christmas sales heralded even more frenzied shopping.
Making his way through the smiling, dancing Santas and the gaudy neon –lit signs Albert dipped his head against the icy evening. Pulling his threadbare jacket a little tighter, he prayed there would be no snow- his thin canvas shoes just would not hold out. At the crossroads cars honked noisily as ‘road-rage’ reared its ugly head, children cried as they were systematically dragged from one busy shop to another. Disgruntled traffic wardens devoid of Any Christmas spirit attached penalty tickets to abandoned cars dreaming of the time when their shift would end, and they could relax in front of a cheerful open fire. Albert smiled; how glad he was to be out of the ‘rat-race’. He may have very little in the material sense, but at least he knew what it was to be content.
Passing ‘The Duke’s Arms’ pub Albert was almost bowled over by a group of early evening revellers who were ‘the worse for wear’. Albert shook his head; tomorrow will be a washout- sore heads and no appetite! What a way to spend Christmas! A little further along the road a group of Carollers attempted to introduce some Christmas joy to those around; but they may as well have been invisible for all the interest shown. Albert delved deep into his pocket and found 10p. It wouldn’t do him much good anyway, so with a smile he dropped it into the collection tin. “Thank you sir-Happy Christmas!” Albert continued his journey.
At last Albert reached ‘home’. He always kept his cardboard carton hidden beneath the shrubbery bordering Granston Bridge, and he just hoped it would still be there. “Yes!” he shouted aloud –the carton was still there, now he was sure of some warm cover for the night. Once assembled Albert waited patiently for his friends; he hadn’t long to wait. “Is that you Albert?” Charlie a former headmaster had arrived. Like Albert he too had opted out, the stresses of life had worn him down. “Yes, its me” Albert replied, “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, is there any room beside you Albert?” “Certainly, come on over”. One by one the friends arrived until very soon animated chatter filled the air as the boys relived the day’s events “Jimmy have you anything to eat? Jimmy shook his head. “No I wasn’t very fortunate today.” “Never mind “ Sammy and Charlie spoke in unison. “Sure we’ll pool what we have, and there’ll be plenty.
Huddled against the cold night air the friends laughed and chatted over their meagre meal. It was Albert who led the singing of the much loved carol ‘Silent Night’. But by the end of the first line, rich bass and tenor voices had blended and joined in, bringing a sense of peace and warmth into an otherwise bleak situation.
From the back of the gathering Charlie caught everyone’s attention as he shouted, “I have a surprise”. From deep within his long black coat Charlie produced a cheap bottle of wine and a handful of plastic cups. A cheer went up as one by one the boys lined up to fill their cups. “Seeing as we’ve got the wine, here’s the bread” Albert declared. As the stale and broken breads passed amongst the group Johnny spoke for them all, “A feast fit for a King” Albert smiled, “Indeed it is.”
As the friends shared their unconventional ’Lord’s Supper’ the town hall clock chimed the midnight hour. Once again Christmas had come, bringing its message of hope for the world.
As Albert supped his wine and ate his bread, he gave thanks for his own good fortune. He had life, health, food, shelter, and genuine friends. Once again God had provided. “Merry Christmas everyone” Albert raised his cup. “And to you Albert” the boys replied. Albert sighed contentedly “What a splendid Christmas!”
Holy Night
There was an air of expectancy as the Saints of Heaven assembled in the Throne Room. News had filtered through that the Father had made a momentous decision, which would settle things forever with His rebellious creation.
Acting spokesman Archangel Gabriel unfurled a scroll declaring “This is the world of the Lord”. Jesus the Holy One will enter the earth and for a while live amongst the people. During this time He will take the Father’s love into every aspect of their lives. Jesus will teach, instruct, heal and restore life, but above all He will open the door to forgiveness. For all who accept and believe in His name there will be no more condemnation, and they will be reconciled to the Father. This will be a personal choice, each must decide for themselves to accept or reject the sacrifice of the Lamb. It is the Father’s final offer –There is no other way”. Murmurs of agreement rippled throughout the crowd, but almost immediately they were silenced as Gabriel continued, ”however, there is a price to be paid; the debt cannot be overlooked and must be paid -in full! The atmosphere was charged as the people listened to the conditions. “Jesus is to offer Himself as a sacrifice. He will give Himself over to the shameful and most terrible of deaths –crucifixion. On the cross He will bear away all past, present, and future sins of mankind. Once the debt is paid, Jesus will be raised and restored to Glory where He will reign for evermore”. Again there were murmurings, but this time of disbelief. “Is there no other way? When will this happen? Gabriel answered sadly, “God has spoken. However, this is not the start of God’s plan; rather it is the fulfilment. Tonight the world will be given the Father’s gift of Love”.
In a remote corner of the Universe a learned teacher was instructing his students on the mysteries of the constellations. Excitedly he broke the amazing news that a new star had appeared in the Heavens. “This is a special night; some might even call it a Holy Night. It has been said that a new star indicates the birth of a new King. For centuries we have been taught that Jehovah will send us a Messiah, and tonight I believe this star is the sign we have been waiting for”. The students were ecstatic. “Can this be true? Could the new King be the expected one –The Messiah?”
Achmet smiled “Ah, that is for you to decide, but for myself I believe this night the world will change forever. But come, let us step outside and enjoy our first viewing of this special star.”.
Stepping into the crisp night air, Acmet lifted his eyes to heaven:
“Yes this is indeed a Holy Night; in fact, if you listen carefully, you may even hear the angels sing – Welcome Messiah
Martin Blackadder shares his experiences of the mission to Togo.
I first heard about the mission to Togo earlier this year when Mervyn, our minister, announced that Albert Houston would be going as part of a team intending to do building work there. Although it interested me at the time I really didn’t consider being a part of this project because I thought the team had already been chosen and organised. However, in talking to my brother in law Alan Lorimer, and later with Wesley Campbell who was going to be in charge of the team, I discovered that there was a need for a plasterer and Wesley asked me if I would join the team. Although I was filled with trepidation at the thought, I agreed to do this, believing that God was in this plan.
So, having received an unbelievable amount of vaccinations, on 7 July 2007 I found myself on board an Air France plane heading to Lome, Togo in West Africa.
My first impressions of Agbodrafo, the village in which we were to be stationed, was that of poverty and what looked like the most basic existence. There were no roads as we know them. The housing consisted of no more than block buildings and nothing more. Our job as a team was to refurbish the existing two classrooms of the local school and build a completely new classroom. Our team consisted of 18 men and women across a wide variety of age ranges, most of whom had no building experience. However, every one of the team gave 100% and made up for any lack of experience. Everyone had to “muck in”, preparing walls for painting, repairing the floors to the existing classrooms, carrying all the materials for the new classroom and building a protective lid for the well. There was also a considerable amount of electrical work to be done and Albert had to do all this himself, being an experienced electrician.
The Togolese people were very welcoming and the children especially were really friendly and glad to see us there. Everywhere we went we were surrounded by children but they did not just come to watch us, they were very willing to give us a hand.
The church services we took part in were very different from those back home. We went to several services and although they all lasted for over 2 hours, it just didn’t seem like it. They just seemed to enjoy worshipping God and were in no hurry to leave. A highlight of one of the services was when around 50 of the children came dancing into the church, right up to the front, singing with the most amazing harmonies, songs of worship in their own language. The church also had a praise band of guitars, drums and trumpets and all the band were dressed immaculately in white shirts with bow ties. I don’t know how our praise team would react to such a uniform! We all took part in the service and sang several of the praise songs we would sing in Ireland.
Altogether it was an amazing experience and the team got on so well, not having known each other before our initial planning meetings. We all felt that we probably gained more from the whole experience than we actually gave. We succesfully completed all the work we had to do but felt that we learned so much from the people of Togo. We learned that the ability to worship God doesn’t depend on your circumstances and that God is God no matter where you are in the world.
I would like to thank the people of Glengormley Methodist Church for the privilege it was to represent them in Togo. So many people worked tirelessly to raise funds for the trip and Albert and I will always be indebted to them for their generosity .
I first heard about the mission to Togo earlier this year when Mervyn, our minister, announced that Albert Houston would be going as part of a team intending to do building work there. Although it interested me at the time I really didn’t consider being a part of this project because I thought the team had already been chosen and organised. However, in talking to my brother in law Alan Lorimer, and later with Wesley Campbell who was going to be in charge of the team, I discovered that there was a need for a plasterer and Wesley asked me if I would join the team. Although I was filled with trepidation at the thought, I agreed to do this, believing that God was in this plan.
So, having received an unbelievable amount of vaccinations, on 7 July 2007 I found myself on board an Air France plane heading to Lome, Togo in West Africa.
My first impressions of Agbodrafo, the village in which we were to be stationed, was that of poverty and what looked like the most basic existence. There were no roads as we know them. The housing consisted of no more than block buildings and nothing more. Our job as a team was to refurbish the existing two classrooms of the local school and build a completely new classroom. Our team consisted of 18 men and women across a wide variety of age ranges, most of whom had no building experience. However, every one of the team gave 100% and made up for any lack of experience. Everyone had to “muck in”, preparing walls for painting, repairing the floors to the existing classrooms, carrying all the materials for the new classroom and building a protective lid for the well. There was also a considerable amount of electrical work to be done and Albert had to do all this himself, being an experienced electrician.
The Togolese people were very welcoming and the children especially were really friendly and glad to see us there. Everywhere we went we were surrounded by children but they did not just come to watch us, they were very willing to give us a hand.
The church services we took part in were very different from those back home. We went to several services and although they all lasted for over 2 hours, it just didn’t seem like it. They just seemed to enjoy worshipping God and were in no hurry to leave. A highlight of one of the services was when around 50 of the children came dancing into the church, right up to the front, singing with the most amazing harmonies, songs of worship in their own language. The church also had a praise band of guitars, drums and trumpets and all the band were dressed immaculately in white shirts with bow ties. I don’t know how our praise team would react to such a uniform! We all took part in the service and sang several of the praise songs we would sing in Ireland.
Altogether it was an amazing experience and the team got on so well, not having known each other before our initial planning meetings. We all felt that we probably gained more from the whole experience than we actually gave. We succesfully completed all the work we had to do but felt that we learned so much from the people of Togo. We learned that the ability to worship God doesn’t depend on your circumstances and that God is God no matter where you are in the world.
I would like to thank the people of Glengormley Methodist Church for the privilege it was to represent them in Togo. So many people worked tirelessly to raise funds for the trip and Albert and I will always be indebted to them for their generosity .
The recent outrage about the wrong use of the name of Mohammed by a British teacher in Sudan has highlighted the importance of names. Just this morning while waiting for the children to gather for a local school assembly, I read the rules for the playground pinned up on the notice board. One rule went something like this 'we will only call each other by our proper names.' Names are important. It was no different on the first Christmas; Joseph was clearly told what names to give to Mary’s first born child – Jesus and Emmanuel. Names which reveal to us why he came, to save us and to be with us. Perhaps you are thinking, "Why doesn’t God intervene in the mess my life is in, or the mess of our world which is so unjust and unfair?" Truth is he has. God has come to save us from the very cause of all wrong, the sin in our hearts, and he has come to remain with us by his Holy Spirit.
It is so sad to see and hear how our society today uses these precious names of God and Jesus and Christ. Our national broadcasting networks constantly beam across our land the use of these special names as swear words. In fact, it is worse than sad, it is worse than an outrage, it is very dark indeed.
May we all, not only respect all names, but know personally the one who is the true and living God:
Father - Son, the Lord Jesus Christ - Holy Spirit
We send to all of you, our warmest Christmas greetings for a really peaceful and meaningful celebration of Christ’s birth. May you all experience his saving love and constant presence in the year ahead.
This comes with our love and prayers from all the Kilpatricks’ (which means Church of Patrick).
It is so sad to see and hear how our society today uses these precious names of God and Jesus and Christ. Our national broadcasting networks constantly beam across our land the use of these special names as swear words. In fact, it is worse than sad, it is worse than an outrage, it is very dark indeed.
May we all, not only respect all names, but know personally the one who is the true and living God:
Father - Son, the Lord Jesus Christ - Holy Spirit
We send to all of you, our warmest Christmas greetings for a really peaceful and meaningful celebration of Christ’s birth. May you all experience his saving love and constant presence in the year ahead.
This comes with our love and prayers from all the Kilpatricks’ (which means Church of Patrick).