{"id":77,"date":"2010-01-02T17:03:05","date_gmt":"2010-01-03T00:03:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katechamberlin.com\/blog\/?p=77"},"modified":"2010-01-21T18:12:18","modified_gmt":"2010-01-22T01:12:18","slug":"christmas-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/katechamberlin.com\/index.php\/2010\/01\/02\/christmas-service\/","title":{"rendered":"Christmas Service"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Saying Amen<br \/>\n    In the large lobby, I heard many murmured  conversations, exclamations of \u201cMerry Christmas\u201d, and exuberant   children, as we hung our winter coats in the coatroom.  We found enough seats  to accommodate our family of ten, with the youngest going to the nursery.<br \/>\n    Poinsettias festooned each side of the multi-plat formed stage, leading your eyes to the tall, twin pine trees decorated with red bows.  canned music  filled the room until the bass drum\u2019s rhythm counted the measures for the violin.  The crowd hushed as the strains of the violin were joined by the electric  keyboard. The pastor of the McLane Church invited the 400 or more attendees to stand to glorify God upon his birth.<br \/>\n    Yes, this was a Christmas Eve service in a Christian Church in Edinboro, PA.  I knew our Jesuit-trained, hometown, Anglican Priest would roll his eyes at these tactics, but when was the last time he\u2019d presided over 400 Christian worshipers gathered together to hear the gospel and honor the birth of Jesus?<br \/>\n   We stood and sang several traditional Christmas Carols, albeit, with a violin\/piano\/guitar\/electric keyboard accompaniment with  two males and a female singer.  The words were displayed on a \u201cticker-tape\u201d digital readout above the back stage, that was decorated with a swag of evergreens and tiny white lights.   I only know the first verse of many songs, but the music was loud enough that I felt very comfortable singing and la-la-ing my heart out, for the first time in ages.   When the violin soloist played \u201cOh, Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel\u201d  my tears started to flow.<br \/>\n    Okay, so I\u2019m a sentimental ol\u2019 lady, with  many years of knowledge that noone listens to; however, God heard my heart felt praise, thanks, and sorrows that evening.<br \/>\n    My daughter-in-law reached over to grasp my  hands and I knew that she not only loved me  but understood the emotional release my tears demonstrated.  I heard lots of others sniffing back tears, where I just let mine flow<br \/>\n    Pastor Cox began his message as my tears continued to flow.  He had a blessed blend of Gospel passages and axioms, human foils  and situations that we could all relate to, humor that targeted each of us, and inspiration to attain a higher love.<br \/>\n    After Pastor Cox\u2019s message, we once again stood for several carols, then, as the lights dimmed, our candles were lit for the singing of \u201cO Holy Night\u201d.  We raised our lit candles  and felt we were truly embraced by the Holy spirit and meaning of the coming of Our Lord\u2019s birth.<br \/>\n    NOTE:  We had attended the Thanksgiving service and knew how the McLane Church serve doughnuts, coffee, and juice prior to their 9:00 AM service and scrambled eggs and sausage prior to the  11:00 AM service in obeisance to Jesus\u2019 request to \u201cfeed my lambs\u201d. If the purpose of a church is to get the Good Word of the Gospel out to the people, then, the McLane Church is very successful.  And, by the way, they distributed over $144,000 to folks who petitioned them for assistance through their Beneficent Funds  last year.  Amen. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saying Amen In the large lobby, I heard many murmured conversations, exclamations of \u201cMerry Christmas\u201d, and exuberant children, as we hung our winter coats in the coatroom. We found enough seats to accommodate our family of ten, with the youngest going to the nursery. 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