We all know what a nativity scene looks like - Mary & Joseph with the baby in a manger, surrounded by farmyard animals such as sheep, cows and donkeys.
Except no animals are mentioned in the Bible narrative of Jesus' birth. It's assumed that they were there because he was born in a stable and because donkeys were the normal mode of travel and shepherds would most likely have brought sheep or lambs, but none of this is specified in the gospel stories in Luke or Matthew.
Despite that, the focus tonight was on sheep, and one little sheep in particular. Jesus told stories about sheep and shepherds, perhaps because of their visit to him as he lay in the manger?
Hut 11 tonight was based on the parable of the lost sheep in chapter 18 of the gospel of Matthew which reminds us that God always searches for us, no matter how far we go astray.

The nativity tonight also had an interactive element. Behind the faces of each of the characters of the tableau was a mirror so that as we gazed at the image, we found ourselves transported back to that stable and that scene.
We're now halfway through our Advent Calendar and this is the last hut at the Hove Lawns end of the beach. Out next hut is number 194.
Tonight we were asked to reflect on the Word Made Flesh, one of the phrases used to describe Jesus in the Gospel of John.
The hut was dressed in red satin drapes and ribbons representing the womb and reminding us of the human reality of God become man in Jesus.

Each of the thirty ribbons that hung in the hut had 'the word made flesh' written on them in a different language, for this is a message for all.

One person who came to the hut immediately saw these words in her own native language and was touched at how this made her feel that she belonged.
Alongside this beautiful visual we were treated to an occasional reading of a poem by Malcolm Guite called O Emmanuel.
O come, O come, and be our God-with-us
O long-sought With-ness for a world without,
O secret seed, O hidden spring of light.
Come to us Wisdom, come unspoken Name
Come Root, and Key, and King, and holy Flame,
O quickened little wick so tightly curled,
Be folded with us into time and place,
Unfold for us the mystery of grace
And make a womb of all this wounded world.
O heart of heaven beating in the earth,
O tiny hope within our hopelessness
Come to be born, to bear us to our birth,
To touch a dying world with new-made hands
And make these rags of time our swaddling bands.
LouLou Morris was the artist on behalf of Chichester Cathedral in collaboration with Marguerite Saffery using the hut belonging to Anthony Bradley.
Our next hut is number 227 beside The View on Hove seafront.