I realised at during morning prayer yesterday that in the midst of Heathrow Hell, I had glimpsed a moment of the Christmas story. People were getting grumpy and cross with the airport staff, panic was starting to appear on faces belonging to those who knew they were not going to get home in time for the festival and room prices in the hotels were starting at £199 for a single, no breakfast 15 miles from the airport. There was no room at the inn at those prices.
All of humanity was there looking for answers, and amongst them, no doubt, a weary frightened couple looking for somewhere safe so that she could bear a child.
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