Rushing Through Traditions

There’s a strong tendency in society, fuelled especially by advertising, to rush headlong towards whatever comes next. Novelty is prized, anticipation is monetised, and lingering is quietly discouraged. We’re nudged to believe that satisfaction lies just beyond the next purchase, the next upgrade, the next season. Christmas makes this habit particularly visible. Before the last crumbs of mince pie have been brushed away, the message has already shifted, sales banners change colour, playlists move on, and the glow of the season is treated as something faintly embarrassing to hold on to.

You see it most clearly when decorations come down well before Twelfth Night. What was meant to be a period of celebration and reflection is truncated, tidied away, and replaced with a brisk return to normality. In the hurry to move on, something gentle is lost. The slower rhythms of tradition invite us to dwell, to savour, and to let meaning settle. Resisting the rush, even briefly, becomes a quiet act of attentiveness, a reminder that not everything of value needs to be cleared away at speed.

But there’s also another way of seeing this, and it’s worth holding it alongside the longing to linger. Traditions can ground us, but they can also harden into habits that resist necessary change or growth. For some, moving quickly beyond Christmas isn’t a loss of meaning but an expression of renewal, a clearing of space for fresh starts and forward momentum that can be genuinely life-giving. Rather than framing this as a choice between tradition and progress, it may be wiser to hold a both-and approach, preserving what nourishes the soul while remaining open to change, even when that balance feels untidy and unresolved.

Catching our Breath

The Sunday after Christmas often feels quieter, as though the world is catching its breath. The decorations are still up, but something has shifted. The miracle has happened, and now we’re left to ask what it means to live in its light.

Isaiah 63:7-9 remembers the steadfast love of the Lord, calling to mind all that God has done for God’s people, how in all their distress, God too was distressed, and the angel of his presence saved them. Christmas isn’t God visiting from a safe distance. It’s God stepping into human suffering, choosing nearness over comfort, solidarity over safety. The manger already casts the shadow of the cross, not as threat, but as promise: you are not alone.

Psalm 148 widens the lens. Everything is invited to praise, angels and stars, sea creatures and storms, children and elders alike. Praise here isn’t sentimental, it’s defiant. Creation sings because it has seen that God’s love doesn’t hover above the world but enters it. The baby in Bethlehem draws heaven and earth into a single song.

Hebrews 2:10-18 presses this even further. We’re urged to pay careful attention to what we’ve heard, because this God has shared our flesh and blood. Jesus isn’t ashamed to call us brothers and sisters. He knows fear, weakness, and death from the inside, and by doing so breaks their hold. Salvation, then, isn’t escape from humanity, it’s humanity healed from within.

So this Sunday invites us to linger. To notice the extraordinary humility of God, still wrapped in ordinariness. To keep praising, even when the song feels fragile. And to live attentively, awake to the truth that in Jesus, God has chosen to be with us, fully, faithfully, and forever.