The strangers meet together. Again. It was the same last year, and the year before. They come together for mince pies and hot drinks, catching up on how the year has been. ‘Your working where now?’, ‘My kid is this many years old now.’, ‘Nothing has changed with me…’. They walk into the church, lit by the glow of the candles, and sing their christmas carols. They think upon the words that the preacher speaks and they hear the words of the failure stories. Then the time comes. It’s Christmas.
The strangers meet together. For the first time. They come together for the birth of the promised King. Chatting about how strange an experience this is. ‘The King was born here…?’, ‘The angels told who first?’, ‘He is going to save the world?’. They walk around the stable, lit by the glow of the moon, they sing their songs of worship. They think upon the words that the prophets spoke and they hear the cries of the now all too familiar baby. The time has come. It’s Christ.