It was exactly 11 years ago this evening that our son spent his first service in an American church. He had just arrived from Korea on Monday evening, and Saturday was December 24. So, off to the Christmas Eve service we went; a new family of three. Finally three, after fourteen Christmases as a family of two.
I still remember holding him at the service with wonder, happiness, and a healthy dose of trepidation. He held on to the edge of our hymnal as we sang the carols, and we thought he was precious. Tonight, at the Christmas Eve service, he held his own hymnal and sang the hymns with us. Some from memory. He's only 11, but can it be that his voice is getting a little lower? He's so tall and sturdy that he practically knocks me down with his hugs. We look at him sitting between us, right next to his little sister, and we nod knowingly. We are still filled with wonder, happiness, and a healthy dose of trepidation. And yes, he's still precious.
Thank you, God, for Your Son. What wonder, happiness, and trepidation You must have brought to Mary and Joseph. And what must You have felt? Knowing you had sent Your only Son to a fallen world. Knowing what He would endure. And yet loving us so much that You did it anyway!
On the way home from church this evening, our nine-year-old daughter mused, "I wonder if Jesus is celebrating His birthday in heaven?"
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
2 comments:
Merry Christmas, my friend! It is funny how detailed our memories of some Christmases can be. Thank God many of those memories are remembrances of wonder and delight.
Merry Belated Christmas back! (Actually, I'm just the first to wish you a Merry Christmas for 2006!!)
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