We are about to tell the story again. You know, the story of The Girl Who Met an Angel. The tale of The Shepherds and the Sky-full of Song. The Little Donkey Story. The Princely Presents.
Every year we tell the story. For most of us, whether consciously or not, this story has been a big part of our story. For some of us it is at the heart of our story; it would be one of the first stories we told to explain who we are. For others it is background, barely noticed cultural wallpaper, a childhood memory. But the story is still there.
Some of us will fret over the story telling. For some the telling itself is a problem: the spreading of a dangerous myth. Others will ask the truth question: how much of this story is real? Could we draw a line on a map from where we are now to the place this story happened? Can we count the years since the angels sang? Is it a true story? For others that question is answered, one way or another. For some of those the story has become a collection of facts, something to get right at all costs (it doesn't actually say anything about a stable, you know...) For some, the lack of truth makes the story safe, something that happened in fairyland, a children's tale that doesn't touch us.
One way or another, we all ask how to fit this story into our stories (or how to keep it out).
But what if this story really is The Story? What if it doesn't want to be fitted into our stories? What if we are just supporting characters in The Story That Contains All The Stories?
What if the song the angels sang in the sky above Bethlehem was the exact same song they sang when the first stars twinkled into existence - just another verse? What if they are still singing that song now, and will sing it when the Bethlehem-Baby comes as Judge of All? What if The Story stretched from the past when there was only the Three, and into the future when the One will be all in all? What if The Story reaches highest heaven and deepest hell, and the manger is the centre of it all?
We are about to tell The Story again.