by Rogier van der Weyden
Today at church, as in many churches throughout the country, it was “Christmas Pageant Sunday”. Little children dressed up as angels, shepherds or kings; older children read snippets from the Gospel’s of Luke and Matthew; and everyone sang Christmas carols. The kids were ‘with the program’ to the best of their concentrating ability. Well, what do you expect from a two and a half year old angel? Parents, particularly alert for a Sunday morning, were taking pictures while giving the ‘parent eye’ to their little angel. Well, what do you expect from a proud parent?
I wasn’t personally involved in any of this, but there I was, surprised to find myself tearing up about my mom. I was missing being with her during the Christmas season, and remembering that she and I shared a faith. Gratitude and memories, gifts of the Christmas pageant.
(Sorry I didn’t take any photos in church.)
I wasn’t personally involved in any of this, but there I was, surprised to find myself tearing up about my mom. I was missing being with her during the Christmas season, and remembering that she and I shared a faith. Gratitude and memories, gifts of the Christmas pageant.
(Sorry I didn’t take any photos in church.)
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