It’s Christmas Day, and you may think I’m just a little sad sitting writing a blog entry on this day of all days.
Sometimes things happen that just have to be shared.
Went out to church this morning, for a short Christmas Day service.
It’s a very icy, white Christmas day, with cloud over the hills, mist in the valley and the sun shining a golden glow over the snow. I feel very happy (which is quite unusual) and glad to be alive.
As we remembered the birth of Jesus and the fact that he is still with us, both Wendy and I felt a real sense of joy…something else that has seemed in all too short supply of late…surprised by joy two days in a row…wow (see yesterday’s post)!
The service was fun, relaxed and real, with a simple but memorable message about the reality of the presence of Jesus in the world today, and filled with hope for the coming year. Our non-liturgical church was released by the liturgy of the peace into an uncharacteristic surge of hugging, greeting and even kissing
As we sang our final carol, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” accompanied by Ali and me on two slightly-out-of-tune guitars, and with Jonah wearing his arms out on the drums, some “Happy Birthday Jesus” balloons were released into the church, and batted around by old and young as we sang our hearts out and Ali tried to burst as many as he could with the top of his guitar.
The party atmosphere seemed just so appropriate…I hope Jesus enjoys his birthday this year!
Pilgrim Traveller 