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Do not be afraid.

Have you ever noticed that whenever an angel turns up in the Christmas story, just about the first thing they have to say is, "Do not be afraid"?

To Zechariah: "Do not be afraid, for your prayer is heard."

To Mary: "Do not be afraid, for you have found favour with God."

To Joseph: "Do not be afraid to take Mary your wife, for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit."

To the shepherds: "Do not be afraid, for I bring you good news."

The approach of God to earth is a fearful and wonderful thing.  And whatever these angels looked like, they must not have been exactly reassuring in appearance.  But sometimes we make our own fears about meeting God.

Are you afraid he doesn't listen to you?
Are you afraid he won't be happy with you?
Are you afraid you are making the wrong decision?
Are you afraid he will tell you something you don't want to hear?

Then, as we are poised on the brink of Christmas, listen to the angels.
Do not be afraid.

Behold, a king will reign in righteousness,
    and princes will rule in justice.
And the effect of righteousness will be peace,
    and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust for ever.
Isaiah 32:1,17 
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