Daily Reflections From My Window

December 24, 2020 Christmas Eve

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“If you come caroling under a starry night sky, and a candlelit lyric sheet and you have the US constitution illuminated by those candles, like we do, you might catch the “Hope Virus.” It’s very contagious. Your heart will swell, you fears will diminish, and you might feel compelled to love your neighbor as yourself.”

Kirk Cameron

Even though I didn’t get to see “The Great Conjunction”, the Star, I’m so glad that the shepherds and the Wise Men did. Even with an app, I’m lost! Maybe tonight.

I saw Kirk Cameron on Tucker Carlson last night and the above quote was so profound. There will be no in-person Church Service at my church. There wasn’t in person singing since the virus started. You may spit because you sing too passionately. “Sing along in your head” -with your mask on (I added that part), the Pastor would say. We’ll watch online because I want to hear our Pastor’s annual Christmas Story. What will it be this year? Then we’ll join the Pope in Rome. What will that look like? All without leaving home.

Here’s the link to the show.

Let me tell you a story. When I was in my early 20s, I decided to go to midnight mass at the church I grew up in. My family always went Christmas morning and I wanted to see what it as all about. I loved to sing in church. I was no good, but loved to sing anyway. I could sing as loud as I wanted and my voice was usually drowned out by better voices around me. At this service, they had the full choir! It was Bliss! Sort of like singing in the car with my siblings or mom when on a car ride. We’d sing loud and for all we knew, we’re about to be discovered as the next Partridge Family.

So this time, I was singing my lungs out. I was by myself. An older woman who was in front of me turned around and said, “Honey, please! I come to hear the choir.” It was a long time before I sang in church again. Then when I moved to Johnstown and joined a church I would sing half heartedly. We had one interesting minister in the revolving door of leaders but this one said something in a sermon that that stood out for me. He said, “There’s a filter between your voice and God’s ears that transforms every voice to that of an Angel.” I liked that thought and it made sense to me and got me singing again. Maybe with a little less gusto than I began with, but it got me singing!

Are you ready for Christmas? Not much prep this year. It will just be Jay and I. We’ll celebrate with the kids when they get back. We’re ready with our cookies for Santa.

Here are pictures of my, as we affectionately call it, Nativity Set with the accumulated cast of characters. My mom was an artist and jazzed it up with cotton balls, velvet fabric, my sister Janey’s hair. She painted the faces and added glitter. I think she and my dad would have really enjoyed my alpacas and the fiber. She would have been a fiber artist. She already was! Jack played with it as we did growing up and it is a little chipped up but in my eyes, the most beautiful, full of love pice of Christmas we have. I was so happy that when my parents died, no one else wanted it. It was meant to be here and when I look at it. It reminds me of wonderful Christmases with my family and the love we shared just like Mary and Joseph and soon little Jesus. Santa will still bring him tonight and lay him in the manger and I’ll show you how my mom blinged him out.

I slept in a bit-till 6 and feel great!

Yesterday I had to deliver a few things and to get some groceries. I had no luck with a full turkey, but got a turkey breast roast. It will be fine. There wasn’t the usual Christmas vibe, or maybe I’ve just lost my people skills. Here are a few things I delivered to a sweet customer.

Tonight, I’ll do one of my favorite things since we got alpacas. I’ll go out after dark to the barn to give them a little more hay and a little more food. I’ll drink in the stillness and breathe in the smells of a “manger” and the sounds of the lowing of the alpacas, in awe of how God chose this humble setting for the birth of his son. I wish you could all join me. It’s transformative.

This reminds me of the Peanuts cartoon where Snoopy is lying under a giant icicle on the roof of his doghouse waiting for it to fall so that he can get out. It’s right over our garage door. I can’t find that cartoon in my favorite book but don’t you just love Linus?

Remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.

Have a blessed day!

Merry Christmas Eve!