Merry Christmas, everyone. I am headed off to the airport in a few minutes. I am hopeful that it won't take me three days to get home. Heh.
Last night's service was wonderful. We had about 150 in attendance (almost three times our norm). But the best part was this...Isabella was to be our baby Jesus. She's the youngest in our church at about ten months. Well there she was sitting in Mary's lap and she got fussy. All these people were singing around her and she got cranky. So, to keep the fussiness to a minimum, her father, Matt, came down from the choir loft to comfort "Jesus." He picked up his little girl and the pageant director motioned for him to sit. So...heh...Mary got up, Matt sat in her place and in a fit of inspiration our Mary took off her blue veil and placed it on Matt's head. He made a lovely Mary. He fluttered his eyes demurely and played peek-a-boo with his daughter throughout the rest of the pageant. Lovely! The congregation laughed out loud. This was indeed Holy Chaos, a little divine frivolity.
It was a good night.
Peace to you!