When our oldest daughter Ingris Elise played handball (unfortunately she stopped years ago), she used to take part in a tournament in Østersund, Sweden the first days in the New Year. We often went with her, and when we were not watching handball, we enjoyed the lovely way the Swedes decorate their houses for Christmas. And how they celebrate epiphany. It was during one of these handball visits that I bought my simple wooden nativity. Made in Sweden.
Trondheim is only an hours drive from the Swedish border, going there doesn´t feel like going abroad at all. Or actually, it does. In a good, friendly way.
For different reasons I cross the border at least once a year.
Like in September this year when I did a pilgrimage with a group of my deacons.
Sweden is so many good things. It is Astrid Lindgren, it is Selma Lagerlöf, it is Martin Lönnebo, and right now it is most of all Göran Sonnevi and his poems.
My Swedish nativity brings forwards a lot of great memories.