A Gipsy Hill NativityChrist Church Gipsy Hill, 19 December 2010 |
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Open with projected images. Star replaces cross as focus at the front of the church. Viral departure boards and other images/videos projected on to south-east wall. |
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Music plays while people gather: Dave Matthews Band - Satellite,
Passengers - Your Blue Room,
Sigur Rós - Untitled #1
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reader 1: (tannoy) |
The next train to arrive at Platform 1 will be the 23.42 to London Victoria. Calling at West Norwood, Streatham Hill, Balham, Clapham Junction, Battersea Park and London Victoria. |
reader 2: | The night when she first gave birth Had been cold. But in later years She quite forgot The frost in the dingy beams and the smoking stove And the spasms of the afterbirth at dawn. But above all she forgot the bitter shame Common among the poor Of having no privacy. That was why in later years it became a holiday for all. The shepherds’ coarse chatter fell silent. Later they became the Kings of the story. The wind, which was icy cold, Turned into the song of angels. Of the hole in the roof that let in the frost nothing was left But the star that peeped through it. All this was due to the vision of her son, who was very Fond of singing. He was in the habit of mixing with the poor And of seeing a star above his head at night-time. |
Carol: | Once in royal David’s city |
NOBODY shuffles in, wrapped in an old blanket, with copies of the Big Issue. | |
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nobody: | I am Nobody. I hold out my hand for change outside the supermarket. I work my way through the train, playing the accordion. I shuffle along the same street every day, dragging the same ancient suitcase, tied up with string. Wherever there is life in the city, I am there – invisible and inaudible, tapping on one-way glass, calling into the shadows. I belong to nobody. Nobody belongs to me. I am Nobody. This is my night. |
Carol: | See amid the winter snow |
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voiceover: | ‘Councils have already block-booked bed and breakfast accommodation outside the capital for those who will be priced out of the London market’. |
Joseph opens a brown letter- mimes resignation to Mary. They put on their coats. | |
reader 3: | ‘In those days, a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. Joseph went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged, and who was expecting a child.’ |
joseph: | It’s no good, we couldn’t afford to live here any more- there was no way the job was going to pay any more, and Mary just wouldn’t be able to work, at least for a bit. But the good news was – Jake had a job for me in the caff. We’d have to start again – in Luton. Yes, we’d had promises – angels, and dreams – but nobody ever promised us stability, did they – or comfort? We couldn’t take everything with us, we’d no money for a removal van – just about managed the train fares, really. Really, I thought, we’d be lucky if we had a roof over our heads. |
Projection: | Soundtrack: The Devlins- ‘Waiting’ |
Mary and Joseph bring on an assortment of battered suitcases, boxes etc and pile by chairs during the video. | |
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reader 1 (tannoy): | We are sorry to announce that the delayed 23.42 to London Victoria has been cancelled. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you...’ |
mary: | So there we were, shivering on a station bench, all our worldly goods round us – backpacks, carrier bags – we’d brought what we could carry - well, mostly what Joe could carry, really. And now this. There weren’t any more trains, not till the morning. We settled down for the long, cold wait- not in the waiting room, that was locked, with a notice on the door about vandalism. |
joseph | I though she’d gone mad when she said we couldn’t stay here. It was the one thing we could do. We’d run out of cash – it was pitch dark – and we had all this stuff to drag around... Then I realised – the baby was coming. I tried to dial 999, but the phone was dead. No time to mess around – I’d never heard her like this before, but I guessed we didn’t have long. At least I could get her a bit of shelter. The waiting room was the only place we could go. I’d run out of options – a shoe through the window was the fastest way in. (SF/X Breaking glass) |
Carol: | O little town of Bethlehem |
nobody: | (wrapped in old blanket,on street corner, with a hat with pennies in.) Solo song: ‘let the heavens rejoice’ Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad, for he comes, for he comes. Let the trees in the wood shout for joy before the Lord, for he comes, for he comes. Lift up your voice, don’t be afraid, Say to the cities, ‘Here is your God!’ Lift up your voice, lift it up with strength, And God, our own God, will bless us... (words from Psalm 96/ Isaiah 40) |
reader 3: | ‘And she gave birth to her firstborn son, and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.’ |
joseph: | Thank God! thank God! (pause) And he was there – and suddenly, nothing else mattered any more. We wrapped him in my hoodie, and Mary fed him – and everything was still. (pause) and there we were, at the centre of the universe. The centre of the universe. (pause) Wow. |
Projection: | Soundtrack: Meat Loaf - ‘Heaven can wait’ |
Congregation light up their candles. GERRY patrolling the dais, reading the paper etc. | |
gerry: | It was just an ordinary shift. We watched the screens – nothing happening, as per usual. We talked about the telly last night. Someone made a coffee.. (pause) Then suddenly, all the screens went white – no not white, light, blazing light, straight in our faces. |
SF/X: Motorcycle approaching fast. Breaking glass. Bright light. | |
gerry: | -and he was there, this huge guy, on a motorbike – came straight through the glass shop front. Thought my last day had come... But the first thing he said was, don’t be afraid OK, it’s OK, he said, I’m not looking for trouble – I’ve got news for you, good news. You need to get down to the station and see what’s going on there! He said, God had been born. God. In the waiting room. And then he vanished. And the glass wasn’t broken. So we went to find out. |
Carol: | It came upon the midnight clear |
gerry: | And there was a baby. Did that mean the rest was true too? I called an ambulance, gave the mum my sweatshirt till it came – but it made no sense. Still doesn’t really. God – come to earth? A human? (pause) What kind of love does that? |
inkeeper: |
Solo song: A new song to sing
Let me tell you ‘bout a baby born the other day, And when the child was born that evening, Then early in the morning, when the world was still, And they’d been searching in the starlight, And they told us that the baby was a King, |
reader 1: | ‘The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.’ |
inkeeper: | They told us that the baby was a King, And they left us with a new song to sing. Hallelujah, we’ve a new song to sing. |
Projection: | Soundtrack: Tinie Tempah - 'Written In The Stars' |
reader 2: | By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. |
reader 3: | For a child has been born to us, a son given to us: authority rests on his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. |
Music stops. | |
nobody:: | (wrapped in blanket) The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in deep darkness, on them light has shined. The glory of the Lord shall be revealed, - and all flesh shall see it together. (pause) We are connected – we are all connected! I belong to you. You belong to me. (pause) I am Nobody. This is my night. This is our night. |
Carol: | Hark the herald angels sing |
Projection: (during carol) | |
Prayer and blessing | |
Carol: | O come, all ye faithful |
Music: | U2- Beautiful Day |