Church has been a substantial part of my life since I was born. I attribute this to being the daughter of a pastor. In keeping with this life-theme, it seems as if every time my husband and I take a vacation or a weekend trip, we end up in a church. Not because we attend a Sunday morning service, but because if we pass by, we are compelled to go inside, especially if the church is beautiful with stained glass windows or even austere with bricks and columns.
While basking in the tropics of Key West, we found a bright white church and ventured in to light a candle:
A short trip to Chicago didn’t disappoint in the restaurant or the church department:
While on a weekend away in the seaside town of Lewes, Delaware, we found ourselves listening to the liturgy of a Sunday evening service while walking the prayer labyrinth on the grounds:
I’ll be in church tonight, celebrating with traditional hymns and praying that the meaning of Christmas soaks into my soul every day, not just on Christmas Day.
He said, “Surely they are my people,
children who will be true to me”;
and so he became their Savior.
In all their distress he too was distressed,
and the angel of his presence saved them.
In his love and mercy he redeemed them;
he lifted them up and carried them
all the days of old.
Whatever “church” looks like for you and however you choose to celebrate this holiday, I wish you the merriest of Christmases, as well as love, comfort and peace each day of the New Year.