It’s Advent. And so we wait. But what is it we wait for?
I am often struck by the incredible unreality of Christmas. We wait for the birth of a child to an unmarried teenage mother. Why are we not scandalised by that? God didn’t choose a university graduate in a secure marriage, he chose a girl, an ordinary girl who was engaged to an older man. Why is it that if we can accept that we are so down on teenage pregnancy? I would have to say that it’s not a great life choice and circumstances were different 2,000 years ago, but why the moral outrage?
And then Jesus became a refugee, but we are obsessed by border controls.
Do we wait for the Christmas card image of a child in a cosy manger lit by soft candle light? Why do we always skip past the pain and blood of his birth? Whendo we think about a scared young woman and her equally scared husband-to-be?
What is it you wait for this Christmas?