For many of us, this will be a very long day, one of the busiest of the year. For that reason, we are taking a break from the Q and A format in favor of stories - your favorite Christmas Eve stories.
One of my favorite stories is one that actually repeats itself every year...
In the second year of my term here as associate, the senior pastor had taken another call earlier in the fall. I was promised an interim senior pastor to help lead this 500+ household parish, but that person would not be available to begin until January. So...looming before me was a grueling Christmas Eve schedule of services at 5, 7, 9, and11. With ginger ale, a ham sandwich and some Christmas cookies in my bag, I set out to tackle the evening's responsibilities.
It was a very good evening of worship, and although I was exhausted, I was also wound up. I needed to talk through the night with my love, but he can barely manage to stay awake until the evening news. So with the clock about to strike 1 AM, I fully expected to come home to a quiet house with everyone tucked in their beds and fast asleep. As I pulled into the garage, I could see that there were still a few lights on, to provide my tired feet a safe passage. When I opened the door, I was amazed to find music playing, a glass of wine waiting, and my husband sitting there, mostly awake, ready to debrief me.
I was so grateful! But then I noticed that the kitchen table and chairs had been removed to the edge of the den. When I asked my husband about it, he smiled and said, "Honey, the only way that I could think to keep awake for you was to strip and wax the kitchen floor. So, I did..."
And now, no matter what service he attends, he always comes home to strip and wax the floor, and make up an egg casserole for our Christmas Day breakfast.
I am sure you have a story of grace, or humor, or thoughtfulness to share. Use the comment function to include it here, or to link us back to your place.
And have a very blessed Christmas everyone+