LIFE is sweet, brother… There’s night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon and stars, brother, all sweet things; there’s likewise the wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
During ‘Twixtmas, like Mary & Joseph having been busy about the Festival we may have lost the Child at the centre of it. How will we use the rest of the season to find the One who came to find us?
WE MUST not take the faults of our youth into our old age; for old age brings with it its own faults.
TO KNOW how to grow old is the master-work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
And the kingdom of heaven is of the childlike, of those who are easy to please, who love and who give pleasure.
The smiling Baby came to give us glee,
But for the weepers was the Saviour born.
May we, having witnessed the birth of the Babe of Bethlehem in our carols and our worship this night, become proclaimers of those same words to all those we meet this Christmas.
‘Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you;
he is the Messiah, the Lord.
Fear Not!’
Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild-fowl on the mere,
Beneath the stars, across the snow, like clear bells ringing,
And a voice within cried, – ‘Listen! Christmas carols even here!
I SHOULD count myself fortunate if my home were remembered for some inspiring quality of faith, charity and aspiring intelligence.
THE truest hospitality is shown not in the effort to entertain, but in the depth of welcome. What a guest loves to come for, and come again, is not the meal, but those who sit at the meal.
Suffolk Vicar 