Amid the happy noise of welcome and the bells ringing, came the bleat of a new born lamb. Heads turned inquiringly, children gathered round, and there he was: just two days old and sooty black, nestled in a bed of hay and carried to church in an outsized shopping bag by Liz Sinnett. Her husband John was busy in the lambing shed over the road.
Our simple family service told the story of that first Christmas as we journeyed to Bethlehem, listened to the message of the angels, and followed the shepherds to the stable through the words from Luke’s Gospel and by singing carols.
I hope all the little children will remember a real live lamb in church at Christmas, and how Jesus was called “The Lamb of God”.