...I slept
The twelfth day of Christmas happened whilst I was sleeping between night shifts, although being on a night shift meant I was there in those last few moments, as Christmas became Epiphany. The decs are down, the food has all been eaten and baby Jesus is wrapped in tissue paper, waiting for Advent to come round again. But we still have Jesus the man, our incarnate God who shared table fellowship with the despised, who spoke to women when is wasn't socially acceptable, who stood alongside the outcasts and marginalised, who showed anger at hipocracy, and cried at the death of a friend. He revealed to us, as far as is possible for us to comprehend, what God is like and how much we're loved. I am so, so thankful for that.
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