
It’s December 1st. In the run up to Christmas we’re hearing the standard Christmas songs. I’ve already heard Mariah Carey singing:
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
Many of us have simple Christmas wishes… presents, food, drink, rest, warmth, time spent with people special to us.
The Covid enquiry continues. This week we’ve heard from the scientists. Yesterday Matt Hancock, health secretary before and during much of the pandemic, gave evidence.
He said he was ‘profoundly sorry for each death.’ ‘I bear responsibility for all the things that happened, not only in my department, but also the agencies that reported to me as secretary of state.’
However we view the enquiry in general and Mr Hancock in particular, we’re reminded that many bereaved family members believe that lives could have been saved had different actions been taken.
How would they view, ‘Make my wish come true?’

Yesterday we heard of the death of Shane MacGowan, songwriter and singer with The Pogues. We shall continue to hear their ‘Fairytale Of New York’ throughout this Christmas:
It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, “Won’t see another one”
And then he sang a song
“The Rare Old Mountain Dew”
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you…
In the coming weeks we shall hear well known Christmas words about ‘light coming into the darkness’. It’s good to focus on Christmas lights and the one who came to be the Christmas Light to the world.
I’m thinking of friends – some are living with the results of addictions, others are living with pain and life limiting conditions. Somehow Shane MacGowan’s Christmas wishes that include darkness, seem more realistic than Mariah Carey’s bright joyful idealism.
Make my wish come true? This morning I’m wishing, praying, for those whose darkness seems inescapable, that they might find Light this Christmas.

Is God telling you what to write to me each day, Malcolm? It sure seems that way! Thank you for doing it. I know how this all ends. We wind up in Glory. However, there’s the occasional “Valley of the Shadow of Death” we must first traverse to get there, huh? Having had COVID-19 with my bride of forty-three years last week for our “Happy Thanksgiving,” the trauma that I first experienced almost three years ago when our first bout with it that nearly killed us both came rushing back at me like a flood this week. This was a mercifully light case of the dread disease, but the trauma is definitely still there. But “THIS is the day that the LORD has made, and I WILL rejoice and be GLAD in it!” Therefore, I’m GLAD that I woke up this morning. I’m GLAD that Jesus is mine and I am His. I’m GLAD that we survived another bout of COVID-19 with mercifully light symptoms this time. I’m GLAD that I read my Bible this morning, said my prayers, sent an email to a friend I’d quarreled with a few weeks ago to restore our old friendship . . . and then especially GLAD that I read your post and listened to the Pogues, a band that I’d never heard before sing a song that I’ve never heard of and now love. Happy Christmas, Dear Brother!
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Good to hear that you’ve got over your Covid, Mark, and good to hear that you’re playing Pollyanna’s glad game. The Pogues are an Irish punk band, made famous by Shane MacGowan who, in my view, was a wonderful poet and songwriter. Fairytale of New York is popular every Christmas.
As for whether God is telling me what to write… It’s what I pray will happen; whether it does or not I guess is God’s call.
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What a wonderful prayer, I will add that to my list as well.
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I think with my prayer, Dana, I add particular names….
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Yes, I think I will as well.
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