There have been a few tellings of the nativity story, using chocolate, around recently. This is the one I’m using on Christmas Eve, adapted from some found online, in particular from one I was passed by Grange Park Church from last year, and from Alistair Cutting and David Keen‘s blogs. The text has been adapted to fit the chocolate that I could find. (Couldn’t find a Topic anywhere!). The idea of using it is to help people stay tuned in to the story, as it can be quite easy to phase out on hearing familiar words again.
It’s a familiar story; It has little to do with reindeer pulling sleighs and flakes of snow. I don’t want to fudge the issue, so I’ll begin the story of the first Christmas.
Once upon a time, some 2000 years ago, a young girl called Mary, heard a wispa from the angel Gabriel that she was to be the mother of God’s son. But how could this be?
By order of the government, Joseph had to return to the town where he was born, Bethlehem, which was many miles away. Being pregnant and unmarried in that culture was a terrible thing, so Joseph took Mary with him: it would surely do them good to have a break (kitkat)
There were no busses then, especially no Double Deckers. Mary and Joseph had hardly a dime (Daim!) to their names, so they had to walk most of the way.
It was a long journey, for a young girl, so heavily pregnant, and the ground was very rocky.
When they arrived, Joseph desperately tried to find a place to stay. There was no room in any of the inns or hotels, and even the clubs were full.
Eventually they were offered the chance to stay in the outhouse of a local pub. The stable! And so it was there in the inn that the baby was born. They didn’t have a cot to put him in. But they had to make to with an animals feeding trough, a manger. They laid him on the straw, which was very crunchie.
The baby was named Jesus, which means “saviour”.
That night some shepherds tending their flocks saw a bright light in the sky. Shepherds have a tough job, and they needed a Boost.
Some angels appeared, in the sky, singing. But they weren’t singing any classic tunes, this one was a new song:
“Glory to God in the highest heaven and peace on earth”. The Shepherds said, “come on let’s go to Bethlehem and see what has happened there”.
When they arrived, they found Joseph, Mary and the baby who was laid in a manger – it was smelly and dirty, not really a fit place for king.
“isn’t he a poppet” They thought to themselves
They were filled with wonder, Could this be the one the had prophets foretold? It was getting late, after eight in fact, so the shepherds returned to the hills.
Meanwhile, in a far country, some astrologers (they were real smarties) were busily scanning the galaxy, looking at the star(bar)s. Suddenly they saw a bright star near the milky way. Was it mars? No, it was a star shining with extraordinary brilliance, way out to the east. They realized that the star signaled the birth of a new King in Bethlehem.
There were no aero-planes in those days, so the wise men climbed on their caramels (camels) and set off on their long journey.
They arrived at the place where Jesus was, worshipped him, and presented gifts from their bounty. Gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
This child is the true king. The Son of God – so he is Divine. To use an old testament phrase, he’s The Lion of Judah. He is God incarnate.
He came to bring God to each one of us, and lets face it, we could do with a refresher, couldn’t we!
Jesus is certainly worth having a celebration for!