Hi all– When I was growing up, each Christmas my Dad would rent a flat bed truck. We’d throw the Sunday School benches and an old pump organ onto the back– and all the young church families would pile in, bundled against the not so cold California winter night.
We’d drive from house to house of the older people in the church, stopping to carol to them and wish them Merry Christmas! It’s one of my fondest memories.
So tonight we gathered with dear friends, singing those same timeless carols. It was pure joy, adding harmonies to the voices of people we’ve known and loved for 30 or 40 years. And the words of the songs touch deep into my heart — “Joy to the World, the Lord is come, let earth receive her King.” Those old true songs draw me deep into the center of Christmas and the marvel of Jesus come to earth. So thankful.