Advent

Yesterday at Crosspointe the service focused on Advent. Funny, here it is only twenty days away from Christmas, and I wasn't quite aware. John and I have been running so hard and so fast, somehow I missed it.

That is until yesterday morning.

David-the-Artist-Pastor reminded us of a time when Bibles were in Latin--inaccessible to most--and the Christmas story was shared in carols. Then the team sang The First Noel with Steve Garrett playing his 100-year-old mandolin. It was magical.

David often creates services with a "worship response." Something tangible that allows you to physically participate. Yesterday there were tiny scrolls of paper on which we were to write seven words. Then the scroll was to be placed on our Christmas tree.

If you are wondering, my words were: By Your hands, not mine. Thank you.
because for me, the beauty of the Christmas story is that we didn't have to think it up.

God didn't save the world through a list of rules and regulations. God saved the world by loving it. By sacrifice. Which when you dwell on it, is more beautiful even than mandolin music and Christmas lights.
© Random Cathy
Maira Gall