As I was driving to Cambridge to meet up with a friend yesterday, I tuned in to Classic FM. I couldn’t help but notice how prescriptive the adverts felt in between the music. I was told that Raymond Brigg’s Snowman was an essential part of Christmas (so why not go out and buy a copy!!), and that shopping at Morrisons would make it a good Christmas!
Does anyone believe adverts anymore?!
So, as I drove up the M11 I made a decision that, essential or not, I can do
without the Snowman this year, and just
because it’s Christmas I won’t abandon our regular supermarket retailer in
favour of one promising ‘good’ seasonal cheer.
It strikes me we all have choices to make at this time of year. We don’t have to become a victim to other
We even make choices about the story at the centre of this season. We don’t have to take it all as historical
fact, instead we can see the enduring value of ‘myth’ at its very centre. We can choose not to get over concerned by
the details but simply rejoice in the concept of Immanuel, an ‘alongside’ God,
and just how mind-blowing that thought always is. We can choose to balance a family celebration
alongside a season of prayerful worship whilst seeing value in both.
And perhaps most of all we can choose to be open to the surprises of The Spirit
and the joys of Advent without having too much of a prescribed plan; because living
in the moment and valuing it is, I suspect, never more important than it is in
Actually I love the Snowman story and
if Morrisons were local I’d happily shop there.
But I don’t believe either is essential to Christmas and that neither
will inevitably make it good!
I make the choice to look elsewhere for a deeper meaning to the season.
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