So yesterday we had our church group Christmas meal- the one I posted about earlier in the week?
It was a storm! It took an awful lot of preparation- but was so worth it.
It wasn’t just the food- the mission piece went brilliantly- and we had a lot of opportunities to liaise with the general public. Quite a few of the took the ‘Christmas in 3 words’ booklets that we had to offer if wanted. These are a simple introduction to the Christ in Christmas. We wrapped about 50 presents in total, some people are going to have very happy mornings on the 25th!
Here are a few select photo’s of the day!
Some of the beautiful wrapping team!
The Top Hall dinner tables- arranged in a tight horseshoe, so everyone could see each other, and nobody became isolated from conversation. Backing music provided by Rend Collective’s- campfire Christmas (which if you don’t have, you need to buy).
Our Nigella Christmas chickens, surrounded by the trimmings! We put one of these serving dishes per 4 people and asked a central person to serve their friends. We had so much left over, we made 14 meals for the homeless, and put these in plastic take-away boxes with knives and forks- delivering them after the meal.
My Christmas Ham- I’m more than a little bit proud of this! I was at church for 8am, to get this baby on the boil. It bathed in simmering water for just over 4 hours, before the skin was peeled back, the fat was scored, studded with cloves and drizzled in golden syrup. It then roasted on high for just over 20 minutes, to get that beautiful colour. It was probably definitely my favourite bit of the meal.
And my poem?! Yes! My performance poetry went rather well! I performed Mark Greene’s (LICC) ‘Gravity’, at our contemporary Christmas Carol concert last night- and I didn’t forget any of it 🙂
It perfectly sums up the spirit of the season as it should be. Allow me to share it with you, and please let it bless your Christmas!
-Gravity-
The apple, unlike Adam, had no choice but to fall,
Speeding to fulfill it’s creators call,
But what force drew Him down to us?
He, with a starlight infinity to explore,
He, who could peer into a neutrons core.
He, who had spoken a thousand million times,
And known the sulphuric spit of our self-vaunting crimes.
He, who we’d called a murderer, liar, thier,
And left for dead, with enlightened relief.
What force drew Him down from above,
To reap the grim harvest of rebel pride,
Hammered with Nails of truth denied.
What force drew Him down from above?
What force but this, the gravity of Love.
Mark Greene (London Institute of Contemporary Christianity)