28 December 2012
We had surprise visitors almost ten days ago. Many of our friends from our former church came by to sing Christmas carols.
I know the main purpose of it was to be an encouragement to my mom. It truly was. She was delighted. She sang along with a big smile on her face. It was especially meaningful for her, as this is our first Christmas without my dad.
But I admit, I was encouraged too. It may have only lasted for 15 minutes, but it was a glorious 15 minutes. It was powerful, because we declared truth together with joy. We communicated to one another the hope that we share.
I am not a big tradition guy. I never really have been. But there are some traditions that are worth keeping and I think Christmas Caroling is one of them. I wish I would see more of it, but I fear it is waning. Let it not be so!
There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God's angel stood among them and God's glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David's town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you're to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger."
At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God's praises:
Glory to God in the heavenly heights,
Peace to all men and women on earth who please him.
Luke 2:8-14 (The Message)
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