Holy and warm

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A recent conversation with a friend:

Me: How was your Christmas?

Friend: It was good. Christmas Eve service was fantastic. Why can’t all sermons be like that?

Me: Short and sweet?

Friend: No. Holy and warm.

Me: Maybe it’s not about the sermon. Maybe it’s about the people hearing the sermon.

I don’t know about you, but for me, the Christmas Eve service marks the point of the holiday season where I can finally put on the brakes. No more gift shopping or shipping, holiday baking, finding something to wear to so-and-so’s Christmas party. Christmas Eve service is when I’m gathered with family in a candlelit venue (ours is a junior high cafeteria–yours may be a church building) and FINALLY turn my heart towards the reason for the season. Oh, I’ve been MEANING to focus on Jesus daily…But, you know, I’ve been BUSY! Now I have time for the Christmas story. I’m done with all MY stuff. That’s how it’s supposed to work, right?

Maybe not. Maybe if I were to approach each day with the gratitude worthy of the sacrifice God made for me, for you, then every sermon would be like the Christmas Eve sermon–Holy and Warm. Maybe if we approached each Sunday morning as an opportunity to worship a God whose love is so compelling, so intimate, so extravagant that we would allow our hearts to be captured. For the first time or for the hundredth.


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4 Responses to “Holy and warm”

  1. HisFireFly December 29, 2013 at 8:15 pm #

    just amen

  2. Jake December 29, 2013 at 8:22 pm #

    If I’m honest, this year left a lot to be desired. But to your point, the moments I was the happiest were when I was with friends- people who I love and who I know love me. merry Christmas, Kathy.

  3. SimplyDarlene December 29, 2013 at 8:24 pm #

    Our Christmas Eve “service” was a group of about 50 folks (& I only knew 5 of ’em) who gathered in a friend’s barn at dusk. Scripture was read. Hymns were sung. Then everyone went home. We froze for a bit next to the barnyard animals, and even though most folks were complete strangers to one another, I’m sure I wasn’t alone in gratitude about WHO was born in similar surroundings.

    It was humbling.

    Thank you for this piece, miss Kathy.


  4. Joseph Baran December 31, 2013 at 3:10 pm #

    Hey, you wrote another blog. I wondered when you would post one. Happy New Year to you and all who visit here!

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