"Grim was the world and grey last night:
The moon and stars were fled,
The hall was dark without song or light,
The fires were fallen dead."
This is the first stanza of a J.R.R. Tolkien poem discovered recently, entitled “Noel.”
That must be the way the three people felt when they attended the last service ever in the sanctuary of the old Union Church on 24 December 1941. It was Christmas Day when the British authorities surrendered to the Japanese and the Battle of Hong Kong was over.
Seventy-five years later, we will celebrate, God willing, the last Christmas Eve service in the current Union Church.
This will be a nostalgic time for many of us but we will celebrate a Saviour who came to this grim world and filled it with light, life and love.