Attended the best Christmas Eve service I've ever been to yesterday at our church, Mosaic. The music, in particular, was just beautiful. Toward the end of the service, the worship team did a series of carols that blended seamlessly one into the next: O Come O Come Emanuel, O Holy Night, and Silent Night. The words and the melodies were the same, but the chords were slightly different -- deeper, minor, more haunting. Underneath it all was this pulsing -- reverb, I think, from an electric guitar -- that created an incredible sense of mystery and yearning and urgency and awe. I was so moved that I was literally weeping because here's the deal: I believe that all the words in those songs are true. They aren't just fun, festive tunes to sing every December. They are the Gospel in its most direct, concise form that have somehow been accepted without question by the general populace for one month and sung with great enthusiasm no less. Not really anything else I want to say about that other than I hope your spirit was moved somehow this season too.
A few favorite moments from the last few days:
The Three Kings lined up waiting their turn to see the Baby Jesus. I guess we know what Madelyn's preschool teachers are emphasizing lately...
T.R.O.U.B.L.E. This is the look we get (frequently) when Henry knows he's somewhere he shouldn't be!
Evidently enthusiasm for olives skips a generation.
Umm, Henry is busy.
Papa and Nana's house and Baba and Mimi's house both have ceiling fans, and all Henry does the whole time he is there is point at them. Good thing his birthday is right around the corner...a ceiling fan isn't necessarily a traditional "first birthday" gift, but they just bring him so much joy!
Henry sporting a new hat for Daddy.
Madelyn has had this baby doll for a year and has barely picked it up. She got the doll bed and the diaper bag for Christmas and has suddenly been obsessed with caring for her baby. Who knew?
A few favorite moments from the last few days:
The Three Kings lined up waiting their turn to see the Baby Jesus. I guess we know what Madelyn's preschool teachers are emphasizing lately...
T.R.O.U.B.L.E. This is the look we get (frequently) when Henry knows he's somewhere he shouldn't be!
Evidently enthusiasm for olives skips a generation.
Umm, Henry is busy.
Papa and Nana's house and Baba and Mimi's house both have ceiling fans, and all Henry does the whole time he is there is point at them. Good thing his birthday is right around the corner...a ceiling fan isn't necessarily a traditional "first birthday" gift, but they just bring him so much joy!
Henry sporting a new hat for Daddy.
Madelyn has had this baby doll for a year and has barely picked it up. She got the doll bed and the diaper bag for Christmas and has suddenly been obsessed with caring for her baby. Who knew?
