This Christmas I received a gift that has filled me with such joy... even now when I think of it my heart swells and the tears come freely.
We gathered together... this congregation that has loved me and my husband through so many challenges and dangers and happy moments, too... sharing the light, telling one another again, "He has come! God with us!," on Christmas Eve. But there were new faces. Faces never there before to share the light and the good news of Christmas.
|Our son, Robert, and his lovely wife, Alison|
|Our sweet daughter, Trista|
This year, for the first time, we gathered together as a family, whole, complete, to share the light.
What this has meant for our family is that we don't go into restaurants or shops or museums... or even our church... during this season of anticipation and celebration of the Christ child.
But this year, our church took a leap of faith and purchased faux poinsettias. These blooms were just as colorful, just as cheerful. These blooms will be just as beautiful when they are brought into our sanctuary next year, and for many years to come. This one choice, made by our family of faith, allowed me to invite my children to come, to share the light with us.
These dear children, knowing what it would mean to me, came on Christmas Eve with loving smiles and tender hearts. They listened as their father played to our King with handbells. They greeted kind folks and they sang each carol. As the elements of the Lord's Supper were passed from my elder husband, to me, then to Trista and Robert and Alison, and later the candle's light was passed in the same manner, my cup overflowed with joy.
|Here we are, among the poinsettias on Christmas Eve|