Our 11-year-old, beat-up car wouldn’t start. So through the flood and rain, hubby tried to drive it while son #3’s driver pushed, hoping it would start. It was stubborn. Some neighbors helped and after a few more tries up and down the road, the car eventually coughed to life.
What went wrong? Well, the mechanic said, "Anything can go wrong with an old car."
The dark skies wept through the day and all through our church’s Christmas eve service. But as the choir sang, in great jubilation, Gloria in Excelsis Deo, with the congregation joining in, no rain nor disaster of any proportion could dampen the spirit that comes with celebrating the birth of Grace on Christmas.
Our small half family (half is somewhere far away) went through all our Christmas traditions—a roast turkey dinner, followed by opening of gifts. The turkey almost didn’t make it; it was the only one left in the supermarket. People ahead of me ignored it because it was of an inferior brand. But a turkey is a turkey is a turkey. At 6.2 kilos, it is good for four creative meals.
But the greatest Gift of all is what the shepherds heard from the angels on a silent night over two thousand years ago.
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ, the Lord, the new-born King.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Glory to God in the highest!
2 comments:
It's all just sparklers apart from Christ. All the best to your family, Grace, especially this coming year. Keep on writing, my mentor.
And all the best to you, Jack, and everyone in the family who are just a Skype and FB away!
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