The message of Christmas was, and is, revolutionary. It was about freedom from debt and good news for the poor.
Actually, it was about the Son of God and eternal life.
Dunno, perhaps Quakers do that New Testament thing differently?
Instead go and read the real thing (and reading the Bible won’t make you a convert, and I am certainly not seeking anything of the sort) and what you see is that the real story that a chap whose name was Jesus (who I think probably did exist and who probably did teach at pretty much the time scholars suggest likely) was actually delivering was about emancipation from the yoke of economic oppression.
Odd. He did say Caesar’s is Caesar’s, didn’t he? And I’m sure there’s lots about don’t worry about the details of this world it’s getting to the next that matters.
The depressing part is that this oppression continues.
The good news is that, despite all attempts to clamp down on those who question it, some are still willing to do so.
They don’t always succeed.
But the practical expression of hope at Christmas is that we have to keep trying.
Is, he? Really? Yes, yes he is. He’s comparing himself to – now, where’s that tree, the nails?