A few last minute errands, a trip to the old folk's home to visit with my dad and drop off a gift for some of the staff, a small lunch, and then the earliest of 4 Christmas Eve services at church, dinner here with my little family, and then our traditional gift opening, and I can call it a day.
December 25th was not the actual birth date of Jesus, but because this time has been chosen by tradition, and because the actual time and day does not really matter, I will still find time in the day to dwell on the event. It will probably happen during the service. It almost always does. Ours is a Christ centered and a biblical church, and the music, together with some words from our wise and articulate pastor, will draw me to contemplation, and away from the noise of the season. There is usually a defining moment each year that sets this time apart from the rest of the year. I look forward to it with anticipation, and expectation. I want it to change me.
I want it to change the world.
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