Were you one of the people who were glued to the ‘Dr Who’
celebrations last night ? I have to confess that I’ve never been a great fan,
although we did watch it in the early days when our children joined thousands
of others hiding from the Daleks behind the sofa!
But that early exposure didn’t prepare me for the 50th
anniversary episode that I watched because I wanted to be an intelligent
grandmother – among other things! Well when I say ‘watched’, I flicked in and
out, and possibly because of that, didn’t have a clue what was happening. That was a pity because I’d like to have
known, and for those ‘on the inside’ it was obviously a great experience.
Someone at church today remarked that this episode of Dr Who
was reflecting the war between good and evil and the need for a saviour. That
may or may not be the case – as I said I only watched bits of it - but it did
strike me that Christianity and what Christmas is really all about, is probably
as much of a mystery to the people who throng the streets for their Christmas
shopping, as Dr who is to me. If you asked the lady queuing up in Boots for her
‘three for two’ special offer, what Christmas means to her, I would be
surprised to hear her say ‘Well there is a battle between good and evil and we
need a Saviour!’
Did people understand it better in earlier years? When I
went to visit the CLC bookshop in the City of London’s Ave Maria
Lane, I was fascinated to find
Christian references were everywhere . Amen Corner, Paternoster Square, the Shepherd with his sheep, the
towering grandeur of St. Pauls – over
and over again there were signs to remind passers by of the way Christianity
once shaped our land.
CLC is one of the larger bookstores and sited where it is
among banks and officers, it’s a destination shop, visited by people out of the
centre of London who phone ahead to check that certain books are in stock. My
other destination that day was the Church House bookshop, tucked away off
Dean’s Yard, with the magnificence of Westminster Abbey and the Houses of
Parliament close by. That too is a place for clergy and others ‘in the know’ to
find books related to their ministry.
And yet for the thousands of tourists thronging around near
both sites, the fact that ‘Unto us a child is born’ and all that springs from
that, is not part of their Christmas musings. What a privilege to have such
news to share! The question is ‘Do they KNOW about the real Christmas’ and if
not, do we care enough to find a way to
tell them? Or does Christmas become to us the sales figures at the end of the day and little else?