The fog rolled in this morning. With all the rain and snow melting the air was permeated with moisture. In the dark of early morning it was not possible to see more than a few feet in front of my car as I drove down Three Mile Road. I went up and down, until I crested the final hill and there it was, a light in the distance--it wasn't a star--but it was a welcome sign none-the-less. There it was shining brightly, the cross and flame of our church--a welcome beacon marking the end of my journey.
I thought how many times when our life gets foggy a little light can make all the difference. I wondered if I had ever been a little light to someone. I prayed that God would be able to help me bring a little light into someone else's foggy day.
plou
Monday, January 07, 2008
Keep Christmas Going
Pastor's Thoughts
When I was little Christmas definitely didn't end on Christmas day. My parent' five year stint as missionaries forever colored our traditions. In Argentina, the place of my birth, it was twelfth night that every boy and girl look forward . This was the night of the commemoration of the coming of the wiseman/kings to visit Jesus. On that holiest of nights for the little ones of Argentina, the kings made an annual return to each home to put an item or two in the shoes people left out by the door. For most of us Americans, after all the hub-bub of Christmas, this simple tradition was a welcome relief. I looked forward to this one small gift nearly as much as I did Christmas. I remember one year I received one green race car--it was the highlight of my Christmas.
How hard it is to remember that the most special gifts of the Christmas may come long after the day, as we live out the love and receive over and over again the gift of the Christ child. Epiphany reminds us that the light of Christ must keep shining long after the babe has left the manger, and that light is you.
plou
When I was little Christmas definitely didn't end on Christmas day. My parent' five year stint as missionaries forever colored our traditions. In Argentina, the place of my birth, it was twelfth night that every boy and girl look forward . This was the night of the commemoration of the coming of the wiseman/kings to visit Jesus. On that holiest of nights for the little ones of Argentina, the kings made an annual return to each home to put an item or two in the shoes people left out by the door. For most of us Americans, after all the hub-bub of Christmas, this simple tradition was a welcome relief. I looked forward to this one small gift nearly as much as I did Christmas. I remember one year I received one green race car--it was the highlight of my Christmas.
How hard it is to remember that the most special gifts of the Christmas may come long after the day, as we live out the love and receive over and over again the gift of the Christ child. Epiphany reminds us that the light of Christ must keep shining long after the babe has left the manger, and that light is you.
plou
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