(Asked to speak at Fitzroy PW Christmas dinner this year I took the Presbyterian Church In Ireland's PW theme for the year, about sending, and looked for that theme in the nativity story...)
An angel was sent
To break to Mary the shocking news
To find out if she was up for the privilege
Mary was sent into a tail spin
That would need some cool prayerful courage
So she sent herself off to Elizabeth
A companion who understood and affirmed.
An angel was sent, again
To calm Joseph’s shock and anger
And turn his disappointment and confusion into complicity.
A choir of angels were sent
To sing the news of peace and good will
To shepherds who were sent
Scurrying with joyous abandon
Right into the holy of holies in straw and filth.
Oriental stargazers were sent in awe and wonder
On the trail of a sign of seismic shift
So, Herod sent for his religious scholars
To make theological sense of the conjecture
The King then sent his death squads
To kill the idea and the revolution being born.
An angel was sent, yet again
To Joseph in a dream to warn of a nightmare
Which sent Joseph, Mary and the baby of to Egypt as refugees
Because God so loved the world he sent
Himself to be present with us
To light our way in darkness
To overturn the tables of our greed
To give himself for our redemption
To bring God’s will to where he was sent
As it is where he was sent from.
As the Father sent the baby
We are sent.