Category: Faith

St Lucy’s Day

St Lucy’s Day, celebrated on 13 December, sits quietly in the heart of Advent, carrying a gentle promise of light in the year’s darkest days. Lucy’s name comes from lux, meaning “light”, and over the centuries she’s become a symbol of hope that refuses to be extinguished, even when nights feel long and heavy. She was a young Christian woman from Syracuse in the fourth century, remembered for her courage, her generosity to the poor, and her refusal to let fear define her choices. The stories about her mix history and legend, yet they all circle around this conviction that light belongs to God and can’t be taken away.

In Scandinavia the day has a luminous beauty all of its own. A girl dressed as Lucy wears a white robe and a crown of candles, moving through the early morning darkness while songs about light and peace are sung. It’s a simple ritual, yet it feels profoundly human, capturing that ache we all recognise: the longing for warmth, clarity, and kindness to break into the cold shadows of winter. Even without the candles and processions, the day invites a moment of quiet reflection, reminding us that small acts of courage and compassion shine far further than we imagine.

St Lucy’s Day whispers that light isn’t a spectacle, and it isn’t fragile. It’s something we carry, something we share, something that grows whenever we choose generosity over indifference, truth over convenience, or hope over cynicism. In the middle of December, it’s a gentle reassurance that dawn always comes.

Advent Joy Springs Forth

The Third Sunday of Advent carries a note of joy, yet it isn’t the shallow cheer of tinsel and glitter. Advent joy is something deeper, born not of circumstance but of promise. The prophet Isaiah cries out, The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom. Joy bursts forth in unlikely places, just as it did when Mary, a young woman in Nazareth, received the angel’s word and sang of God’s faithfulness. This joy doesn’t deny sorrow or struggle; it wells up within them, a sign that God’s kingdom is near.

Paul, writing to the Philippians, urges: Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! These words weren’t penned in ease but from prison. His joy didn’t rest on freedom or comfort but on the presence of Christ who was with him even there. Advent joy, then, isn’t about waiting for everything to be perfect before we rejoice. It’s about recognising the nearness of the Lord in the middle of imperfection, trusting that even in barrenness, God makes new life blossom.

John the Baptist, still in the wilderness, points beyond himself: Among you stands one you do not know. Even in his stark call to repentance, there is joy, because the Messiah is close at hand. Advent joy invites us to look for Christ’s presence in unexpected faces, in moments of kindness, in the whisper of the Spirit that meets us in our waiting.

This Sunday, a rose-coloured candle can be lit, softening the season’s sombreness with the warmth of joy. Its flame reminds us that joy is not naïve optimism but fierce hope – hope that God keeps his promises, hope that light breaks into darkness, hope that love will have the last word.

As we move closer to Bethlehem, may joy find us not only in carols and candles, but in the small, hidden ways Christ is at work. May it take root in us, steady and unshaken, so that even in a weary world we may rejoice, and our lives may shine with the gladness of the one who comes.

Keeping Christmas Truly Open

A carol service is an unconditional celebration of the love of God at Christmas; it’s a moment when music, scripture, and the soft glow of hope gather us into something far bigger than ourselves. I should know, because I’ve been organising them for years, although not in retirement. Those occasions always felt like an embrace. People arrived carrying the weight of the year, and somehow the familiar melodies, the gentle readings, and the story of a child born into vulnerability softened us all. There was no agenda except love, no priority except welcome, and no message except the astonishing truth that light still breaks into the world.

That’s why carol services must never be used for political purposes. They aren’t a platform to stir culture wars, promote nationalism, or draw battle lines between “us” and “them”. The moment you do that, the music stops being a gift and becomes a tool, and something holy is lost. Christmas speaks of peace on earth, goodwill to all, and that means everyone: neighbour, stranger, sceptic, seeker, and the person who disagrees with us completely.

A carol service is at its best when it gathers people without judgement, reminding us that divine love isn’t territorial, possessive, or partisan. It’s generous, surprising, and endlessly welcoming – and we honour it most when we let it stay that way.

Christmas Love not Nationalism

Christmas should be one of the gentlest moments in our shared cultural life, a season of light breaking into darkness, of compassion stretching itself wide enough to hold everyone. Yet in recent years, it’s been unsettling to watch Christian nationalists try to hijack it. They frame Christmas as a symbol of cultural supremacy, a line in the sand, a test of loyalty to a particular version of identity. It turns something soft into something sharp, something generous into something guarded, and it jars with the spirit of the season.

Because at its heart, Christmas has never been about drawing boundaries. It’s about hospitality, humility, and a love that refuses to stay small or confined. It tells a story of welcome that begins on the margins, in obscurity, in vulnerability. When people attempt to pull Christmas into a narrative of exclusion or cultural fear, they aren’t defending it, they’re distorting it. They miss the quiet courage of the story, the way it invites us to see strangers as neighbours and neighbours as cherished parts of a shared human family.

The good news is that Christmas still holds its shape. It keeps nudging us toward kindness, solidarity, and the courage to imagine a broader, softer way of being together. And no matter how loudly others try to claim it as a weapon in a culture war, it keeps slipping through their fingers, returning again to warmth, generosity, and the beautifully simple call to make room for one another.

St Nicholas Day

St Nicholas Day, celebrated on 6 December, carries a gentle kind of magic that flows through many European traditions. It honours St Nicholas of Myra, a fourth-century bishop remembered for kindness that wasn’t loud or self-promoting, but steady, courageous, and rooted in compassion. One of the best-known stories tells of him secretly providing dowries for three young women by slipping bags of gold through their window at night. It’s a small, vivid moment that grew into a lasting symbol of generosity given quietly, without any desire for thanks.

In many countries, children still place shoes by the door on the evening of 5 December, hoping to wake to fruit, sweets, or small gifts. The simplicity of it makes the joy feel even richer. Rather than the grand spectacle that later surrounded Santa Claus, the spirit here feels gentler, more grounded in community, more like a whisper in the winter darkness reminding us to look out for one another.

What I love about St Nicholas Day is how it nudges us toward thoughtful generosity: the kind that starts with noticing who might need a blessing, then offering it without fanfare. It reminds us that giving doesn’t have to be big to be transformative. Sometimes the smallest gesture, offered in love, becomes the spark that warms an entire season.

Advent Peace Breaks In

The second Sunday of Advent turns our gaze toward peace, though not a fragile or shallow peace that simply papers over conflict. Advent peace is rooted in the promises of God, a peace that holds steady even when the world shakes. Isaiah envisioned a day when swords would be beaten into ploughshares and nations would no longer train for war. This isn’t just wishful thinking; it’s the vision of God’s kingdom breaking into our fractured world. Advent dares us to believe that such peace is possible, and it begins in the heart of those who wait for Christ.

John the Baptist steps into this season with a startling voice, calling from the wilderness: “Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.” His message isn’t comfortable, but it is necessary. The peace of Christ doesn’t come by avoiding hard truths; it comes as we open ourselves to repentance, to turning away from the habits and fears that keep us captive. The wilderness, with its stark silence and uncluttered horizon, reminds us that peace grows where we make room for God to act.

Advent peace doesn’t ignore pain or deny the violence of our age. It looks straight at them and still proclaims that Christ is coming. Jesus said to his disciples, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives.” His peace isn’t tied to circumstances or politics; it flows from his presence, steady and unshaken.

And so the candle of peace is lit this week, not as a decoration but as a declaration. It flickers against the shadows, reminding us that even the smallest light is stronger than the darkest night. Each act of reconciliation, each word of forgiveness, each quiet moment of prayer becomes part of God’s peace breaking into the world.

Advent peace doesn’t wait for everything to be settled before it arrives. It comes quietly, like a child in a manger, and yet it carries the weight of heaven’s promise. As we prepare the way, may our restless hearts be stilled, and may we live as signs of that kingdom where justice and mercy kiss, and peace holds us fast.

St Andrew’s Day and Advent Sunday

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When St Andrew’s Day falls on the first Sunday in Advent, the themes of both occasions sit naturally together. Andrew is remembered as the disciple who recognised something stirring in Jesus before many others did, responding with a straightforward willingness to follow. His simple announcement, “We’ve found the Messiah” in John’s Gospel, has the feel of a light being switched on rather than a dramatic revelation. Advent begins with that same sense of early illumination: the quiet awareness that something significant is approaching, even if it isn’t yet fully seen.

The first Sunday in Advent often highlights Jesus’ call to stay awake and keep watch in Matthew 24:42–44. This isn’t a demand for anxiety, it’s a reminder to pay attention. Andrew’s life echoes that posture. He listened, observed, and took practical steps towards what he sensed God was doing, then encouraged others to come and see for themselves.

Seen together, St Andrew’s Day and Advent’s beginning underline a simple pattern of faith: noticing, responding, and preparing. They point towards the value of small beginnings, steady attentiveness, and readiness for the arrival of light, peace, and renewal.

Advent Draws Us Deeper

Advent isn’t a season that leaves us skimming the surface of things, rushing about with lists and lights, though it’s easy to let it become that. At its heart, Advent is an invitation into waiting, watching, and yearning. It slows us down to listen for the footsteps of the one who is coming, the Christ who once entered the world in Bethlehem, who comes to us now in Spirit, and who will come again in glory.

To wait is to admit that we aren’t in control, that we can’t make the kingdom arrive by our own effort or force. We wait like Israel of old, who longed for God’s promises to be fulfilled. Isaiah spoke of a people walking in darkness who would see a great light, and Advent teaches us to hold that promise close in our own darkness. In our world of wars, injustice, and sorrow, waiting doesn’t mean passivity. It means watching for God’s movement with eyes sharpened by hope.

This season also deepens our longing. The carols and candles are beautiful, but they’re meant to stir something deeper than sentimentality, a hunger for Christ’s presence that nothing else can satisfy. Mary’s Song in Luke 1 shows us that longing isn’t quiet or tame. It bursts out with joy and prophecy: He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty. Advent asks us whether we dare to share in that longing, whether we let God awaken a hunger for justice, peace, and mercy in us.

And Advent draws us deeper into love. As Paul writes in Romans 13, The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armour of light. We prepare not just with candles and wreaths, but with acts of kindness, reconciliation, and generosity. Each gesture of love becomes a way of making room for Christ.

Advent is not shallow waiting, but holy depth. It’s the pause before the music swells, the silence before the dawn. It invites us to wait, to long, and to love until Christ fills our emptiness with his presence, and our world is Illuminated with his coming.

Manufactured Outrage

Tabloid newspapers and social media manufacture outrage to promote sales and encourage clicks, but constant outrage about nothing is bad for us. A careless headline or a clipped video is enough to spark a wave of indignation that spreads faster than any calm explanation, and before we realise it, we’ve been drawn into yet another cycle of anger that leaves us feeling drained. This constant agitation isn’t harmless; it shapes the way we see the world and nudges us towards suspicion, cynicism, and fear. It also quietly erodes our mental health, because the human mind isn’t designed to live in a permanent state of alert.

When Jesus said, “do not let your hearts be troubled” (John 14:1 NIVUK), he wasn’t speaking into a peaceful world but into one where fear and confusion were daily companions. His words still meet us there, reminding us that peace isn’t naïve or passive; it’s a form of holy resistance. We can choose to step back, breathe, and seek whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and admirable, letting that shape our minds instead of the noise.