Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A different kind of Christmas Eve, and all the same

Christmas Eve was my Grandaddy's day. He did Christmas Eve up big. From his red cardigan, to the mountain of gifts under the tree, to his reciting of a favorite childhood poem, Jest 'Fore Christmas, and leading us all in a round or two of Christmas hymns, he loved it all, and his love and joy for this holy night was infectious.
But of all the traditions, the one I will miss most, is hearing him recite Luke 2 from memory, his voice carrying us all away with it's mixture of belief and awe, as he told us the most wonderful, beautiful story of all.

Merry Christmas friends.
I pray that comfort and joy find you right where you are - in whatever is different and in whatever is the same - this Christmas. May you be filled with belief and awe and wrapped in love.

1 comment:

  1. Merry Christmas my friend! I prayed for you yesterday. I'm sure you are missing your Grandpa something fierce. XO


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