The musician is sick. There is a mistake in the bulletin. The story I originally picked is better than the one I ended up choosing. I’m at church parsing out hymns to our subs, writing up check requests to pay them, revamping my story, and debating with Jayde if we should reprint 75 bulletins. I’m prone to letting the error slide and saving trees. She is mindful of making a good impression on this important night. I’m cranky and wondering when I’ll have time to fold whichever bulletin we use and finish preparing
the candles. Sometimes it takes a lot of work to usher in the Christ. But I know that no matter what is happening on this Christmas Eve afternoon, tonight as the light fills the sanctuary and we sing Silent Night together I will be transported to that holy place of celebration of the miracle of what God has done for us. God has taken on flesh to show us love. God has walked with us to be in our pain, suffering, triumphs, and lives. Christmas is magic, it’s holy, and every year all the work melts away as our community celebrates together. I know my soul this year needs that light and love more than ever.
I hope you too may you find the holy hope and peace of the night!
Eilidh
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