December Photo Project Day #24
|Santa, in a Greenpoint tree lot|
My mother, looking annoyed and confused, asked, "Why are you laughing?" She didn't see anything funny about showing up to church covered in coffee stains.
But I didn't see how else I could respond. Sometimes you just have to laugh.
At church, the same Christmas Eve service we've attended for ~20 years now, the pastor preached what was possibly the best Christmas Eve sermon I've heard there. (I would have shouted out a couple Amen!s, but that isn't generally done among Lutherans.)
He talked about all the generations leading up to Jesus - he mentioned the geneologies that contain the names of some heros, some jerks, and some just-normal people. Jesus came for all of them.
He talked about the shepherds - those lowly men, the bottom rung of the social strata, who heard the
Afterwards, we lit candles and sang "Silent Night," and I teared up a little. I didn't see how else I could respond.
Merry Christmas. (And Amen!)