The best night of the year.
That’s what Christmas Eve is to my church. First it’s the early service, with its no-rehearsal children’s Christmas pageant, where tiny shepherds, angels, and the obligatory camel rustle in the pews. Then it’s the later service, with the glorious choir, the string quartet, and candles lit in the darkness as we sing “Silent Night”.
Hundreds of worshippers come through our doors for both services. For a small town church in the second-least religious state in the country, that’s remarkable to me. I’m not one for compulsory Christianity; I think the church is better when people come because they want to come, not because they feel they need to do so. …read more HERE