There is always a brief moment for clergy when they think that nobody is going to turn up for an extra service. It is blowing a gale outside, the berries have been blown off the holly tree in the church garden, it is the third service of the day, some of the choir have pulled out, and it is dark outside and you are up against Lark Rise to Candleford. The choir have rehearsed some new carols, the candles are lit, the mulled wine is heating gently and the Scottish crib is now bulging with tartan goodies. 10 minutes to go and there is one family in the pews… even my readers haven’t turned up…
Have faith, little priest, have faith.
By the time we processed upstairs the church was almost full, the readers in place, and an air of anticipation was felt. An hour later there was such a buzz it was almost magical. This year we had a mix of scripture readings, poetry, prose and carols, of course. People who have never read before had a go and it was just bliss.
(And I have told K that she is to have that baby in the next 48 hours so we can have a live bambino for the Midnight service.)
Next stop: sermons, sermons, pew sheets, flowering of church and shopping. Phew!