Most of you will know that for many years I was a Head teacher in a number of primary schools, and since leaving that position and joining the Council’s Education Department (or as those who still work in schools would have it – ‘The Dark Side’), I really miss the run up to Christmas  – my favourite time of year in school, especially rehearsing and performing the Nativity. Watching the children act out this timeless story so confidently, used to make me feel so proud of them all and I’ve been involved with many versions over the years. Most went smoothly with doting parents ‘ooing’ and ‘aahing’ at all the right moments, but we have had the occasional hiccup.

(Image – Joshua and his pals in their version of the Nativity this year – Christmas with the Aliens)!

I remember one year in a school in Bolton, when I had cast the part of Innkeeper number 3 to a five year old called Kyle. Now Kyle was not very happy about this because he wanted to be Joseph and what made it even worse, was that his seven year old brother Sam had been given the part!

However, Innkeeper Kyle learned his lines and Rehearsals went well. On the afternoon of the performance, the parents all filed in and there was a buzz of excitement as the children took their places for the start of the show.

The narrator began to read her words beautifully and Mary and Joseph went from door to door trying to find a place to stay. They knocked at the first door – Joseph spoke “I am Joseph and this is my wife Mary. She is going to have a baby and we need a place to stay”. Innkeeper 1 delivered his line perfectly – “Sorry but we have no room”. Joseph and Mary moved on to the door of the next inn.

Now it was at this point that from the side of the stage I could see Innkeeper Kyle stood behind door number three and he had a face like thunder!

Joseph knocked on door number 2. “I am Joseph and this is  my wife Mary. She is going to have a baby and we need a place to stay”. “Sorry, but we have no room” the second innkeeper responded.

So, Mary and Joseph approached door number three and knocked. The door was opened by Innkeeper Kyle with his arms folded across his chest! Kyle’s older brother delivered his line. “I am Joseph and this is my wife Mary. She is going to have a baby and we need a place to stay”. At the top of his voice, Innkeeper Kyle replied – “She can come in, but you can beggar off!”

The school nativity play has become one of the traditional ways that we celebrate Christmas.

And We celebrate the coming of God into the world in so many ways: every household has its own habits, every church its own patterns of services, every nation and community its own traditions.

In our own, and many other western nations, the preparations for Christmas involve an awful lot of shopping, food and presents.

In the words of John Betjeman:

We raise the price of things in shops,

We give plain boxes fancy tops

And lines which traders cannot sell

Thus parcell’d go extremely well.

Some ways indeed are very odd

By which we hail the birth of God.

But this is not going to be one of those sermons that tells everyone off for bowing to the commercial pressure of Christmas and missing the heart of it.  Why not?

For one thing I love presents, and I think they are a really important part of Christmas,

But really, it’s because you’re here.  Because it’s taken you time, will, energy, and in some cases, real courage to step through that door just to be here. You’ve pressed pause on the conveyer belt of Christmas so that you can truly enjoy the moment, you’ve walked through the dark, just as the shepherds did, answering the call of the carolling angels.

And because you’ve brought tributes – gifts (not gold, frankincense and myrrh, and I’m not talking about what you’re intending to put in the collection plate either, though that’s part of it, too) – you’ve brought the finest tribute that you can, that of your very selves, together with all the ‘stuff’ that you carry with you, your motivations, your thoughts, the hopes and fears of all your years, as you come to meet the Christ child tonight. You have brought who you really are, and that is the greatest gift any of us has to offer.

But mostly it’s because Christmas isn’t primarily about what we have done, it’s about what God has done. Because Christmas is the great divine ambush, the ultimate proof that it is not so much that we seek God, but that he seeks us.

He is not the precious pearl or the buried treasure that we spend a lifetime seeking, we are the precious pearls and buried treasure that spend a lifetime being found by God.

The epic journey of the Magi, and the chaotic scrambling of the shepherds down the dark Bethlehem hillside are only possible because God had already made the leap from heaven to earth to come among them.  The first move is God’s, and always was.

Our being here in church today – however long and arduous, or short and effortless our journey – is only possible because God had already got here ahead of us, reaching out all over again so that heaven could touch earth for us, right here. ‘The Word became flesh and dwelt among us’.

Because Christmas is the ultimate proof God can find his way into anything and everything, and if we are alert to it, we can see the heart of what Christmas is about wherever we look.  For the heart of Christmas is Emmanuel: God with us. The heart of Christmas is Light in darkness. The heart of Christmas is heaven touching earth.

Yes, indeed, some ways are very odd by which we hail the birth of God, but even in the glitz and bling he is there.  In every shiny Christmas bauble we see the reflection of our own face – and it is a reflection of someone who is made in the very image of God – a human being, the crown of God’s creation, in which he is pleased to dwell.

And if we look a little deeper in that reflection, we see not only ourselves, but those around us, our little corner of God’s world. We do not have to look beyond the material world to catch a glimpse of heaven: because of heaven touching earth we can find those glimpses of heaven right here and right now, everywhere we look. For when God came to earth over 2000 years ago, he never left.

Yes, if we look for him, we can see Christ even in the shiny stuff and in the trimmings.

And even in the darkest corners of the world, God is already there. Jesus called himself the Light of the World, and if you’re the light of the world, you go first to the places that need light the most: the places of deepest darkness. If you enjoyed the sight of the candles and the tree lights and the  crib as this service started, then you know something about light in darkness, that no matter how dark a place is, even the smallest light brings such hope and warmth.

If you’ve ever been blessed with the miracle of forgiveness, or an act of unexpected kindness, or a much-needed word of comfort or guidance, then you also know something of what it means for heaven to touch earth.  If you’ve ever found the grace to offer those words, or that kindness, or that forgiveness, to someone else, then you know something of heaven touching earth. If you’ve ever sung ‘Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay close by me for ever’ and meant every word, then you know something of heaven touching earth.

God is not just here.  Here, in church, that is. God is wherever we find ourselves, God is where the angels sing with joy, and we join in; God is where it is dark, and difficult, and dangerous.  God is here, and God is in our hospitals and hospices, our prisons, and on our streets. And God is in every dark and battered street in Gaza and Ukraine and in every conflict zone in this shattered world.  For there is no place on earth that’s too dark for the light of God to shine there.

Because Christmas is the great divine ambush, you do not have to travel far to find the heart of Christmas.  But through these days ahead – whatever they bring for you, and whether you approach them with excitement, or anxiety, or dread, or hope – keep half an eye open for God at Work, and you will see him, and know that he really is there before you.  You will see him in the good stuff, you will find him in the profound moments. You can see him in the trivial ordinariness, and believe me he is there just as surely in the moments of greatest stress or sadness.

So as heaven reaches out to us this Christmas, along with so many others, scattered across the globe, let us dare to grasp the hand of the tiny child in the manger, and so find that our little bit of earth has been touched, and changed, by a little bit of heaven.