Everyone loves a traditional carol service … the atmosphere, the candlelight, children singing, the mince pies and mulled wine afterwards … but with the carol services over and a week still to go to Christmas, how do we keep that sense of it being a special season? Yes, there are presents to wrap, perhaps even still to buy. And the crowds in the shops ensure that we know it’s not just any old week to go shopping. There are programmes to look forward to – whether it’s Downton Abbey, a Bond film or the Doctor Who Christmas Special – there’s always something for everyone from fairytale riches to thrills and tension. And, of course, there’s the Christmas lunch (do you always have turkey or is there a family debate each year as to which meat?). But how do we maintain a sense of what Christmas is really all about?

I suppose it’s about focus … Christmas is often the focus of our attention for months beforehand, and for those of us for whom faith is an afterthought it’s not surprising. It’s our national holiday, a celebration for everyone, a time to be with friends and family – although it may also be a time of hardship for those who are alone or struggling in some way. But the focus of the Christmas story isn’t the birth of a baby in extreme circumstances, or the glories of an angel choir setting the sky alight with God’s glory. We may enjoy the fairytale like details of the fabulous wealth of some exotic visitors from far away, or the tension of a last minute escape from Herod’s clutches … but the focus of the story is on a lonely hillside, some 30 years later, when God’s plan to save the world finally came to fulfilment:
From the squalor of a borrowed stable,
By the spirit and a virgin’s faith;
To the anguish and the shame of scandal
Came the Saviour of the human race!
But the skies were filled, with the praise of heav’n,
Shepherds listen as the angels tell
Of the Gift of God, come down to man
At the dawning of Immanuel
King of heaven now the Friend of sinners,
Humble servant in the Father’s hands,
Filled with power and the Holy Spirit,
Filled with mercy for the broken man
Yes he walked my road, and He felt my pain,
Joys and sorrows that I know so well;
Yet His righteous steps, give me hope again -
I will follow my Immanuel!
Through the kisses of a friend’s betrayal,
He was lifted on a cruel cross;
He was punished for a world’s transgressions,
He was suffering to save the lost
He fights for breath, He fights for me
Loosing sinners from the claims of hell;
And with a shout, our souls are free -
Death defeated by Immanuel!
Now He’s standing in the place of honour,
Crowned with glory on the highest throne,
Interceding for His own beloved
Till His Father calls us to bring them home!
Then the skies will part, as the trumpet sounds
Hope of heaven or the fear of hell;
But the Bride will run, to her Lover’s arms,
Giving glory to Immanuel!
Stuart Townend, 1999 Thankyou Music