This year we decided that we would do our own "special" Christmas Eve Service. Why not? Our son is in the process of going into the ministry--how special would it be to have him do our Christmas Eve Story. With pride I watched as our precious grandchildren, Noah, Kate, and baby Kara were all lined up on the floor anxiously awaiting the reading of the Christmas Story from the Bible. Their mother had threatened them with taking away one of their gifts if they dared to move! Here was a moment any mother would be proud to observe. It was a moment that in my earlier days, before Zoloft, I would have had tears streaming down my face.
As Dustin read the story, the little ones were trying SO HARD to pay attention and not move (after all, there is a great penalty involved). I could tell that they didn't have a clue about some of what he was reading--they did recognize that it was about baby Jesus. Then I asked him to do a "kid friendly" version. With even MORE pride I listened to him explain how the world is in "time out" and that Jesus had to come to get us out of "time out"--what a GREAT concept, I thought. He did a MUCH better job than I am doing, but trust me, it was great. Then Kate, who never fails to amuse us, looking TERRIFIED asks, "Am I in trouble?" Noah is freaking out at the mention of going to heaven--he is just learning about death, heaven, etc. He doesn't quite grasp that heaven is a GOOD thing. He just sees it as having to leave his mommy and daddy, and is quite sure that it doesn't seem like a good thing.
I think next year we will go to church.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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