My blog for the Chatsworth Road Advent Stars thing.
An advent star for when the sky clears and it’s an inky blackness. Lost in space, without a prayer, courage fades; the campaign fails, the cause has gone.
When hope is lost and you’re uncertain where to go.
Christmas recalls an improbable story of astrologers guided to a Palestinian baby in a country under military occupation. For those of faith, the story finds God in solidarity with humanity, in a stable, sharing the view with farmyard animals, and a teenage mum.
It’s a great tale.
Amongst many things, the legacy is a movement of all kinds of people living for justice, mercy and peace.
Another story last week, this time of east Londoners travelling to Calais. Taking food and clothing to refugees and asylum seekers searching for sanctuary on European soil, many from countries battered and bombed.
And those bearing gifts return speaking of extraordinary welcome, and astonishing hospitality.
Sitting with lives that un-expectantly burn bright, under a makeshift tarpaulin in the rain.
So, here’s to moments shared, that challenge and illuminate in wilderness days.
To flickers of grace and mercy extended to each other when we least expect it.
To flames of solidarity with the refugee and those on the margins, a commitment to justice and right living that take us beyond charity.
Here’s to some modest visions and great adventures this week. You never know where it might lead.