Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas. It is at our house.

Although last night's Christmas Eve program was an inspiring time of reflection (and all the participants did a wonderful job of sharing their gifts), it was the morning fellowship that I will remember today even as I celebrate this newest of Christmas Days.

Yesterday's morning service was lovely, simple, sacred and mostly spontaneous. An opening prayer, music of praise, and an open mike welcoming anyone who would come forward and speak. The Spirit led and the people responded.

What does Christmas mean to me? A special Christmas memory. They came. They spoke from the heart.

Thanksgiving to God for this most precious gift of Jesus. a song of thanksgiving, a few favorite Bible verses, stories of life and joys, healing, and comfort.

Testimonies of old men (he said it, I didn't), our young ones and those somewhere in the middle. Each one was welcomed to declare Jesus and to share their special vision of the manger. There was much faith and love within a tiny, diverse community of Christians.

And the people kept coming and the words flowed freely.

We worshiped.

God watched.