Christmas Eve in Marble........I have always loved Christmas Eve. It has always been that day when Christmas is so very close but not quite time for the presents from Santa. Christmas Eve evenings as a child brought presents from grandparents. And as many of you from Clement may relate, as a child I would beg my parents to take me by Miss Eva Belle's house to see if her Santa made it on the roof. Many of you know what I am talking about.
As an adult Christmas Eve has always been a very spiritual day for me; a
day in which I could concentrate even more on the true meaning of
Christmas just before the hustle of Christmas day. This year in Marble I
felt like I was living in a Christmas Card. It snowed all day long and
well into the night. Every spruce tree, every fir tree, and every pine
tree decorated with layers of snow became a Christmas tree. Snow is a
silent event, falling quietly touching everything and cleansing with its
whiteness. So it seemed to me as if all of nature in Marble was singing
I was giving a drama presentation called
"Mary's Mother" in the Christmas Eve service. So I had to wait in the
pastor's office while the people gathered. Our historical church was
magnificently dressed in its Christmas ware. Candles were lit, the tree
was lit and everything sang of " O Holy Night." As I was sitting in the
office praying and contemplating about what I had to share with the
congregation, I could only hear the people gathering and only hear the
songs being sung. What I could see was only out of the office window. It
was night and the snow was still falling but the lights from the church
shining on the snow revealed a different world from its daylight
counterpart. Christmas carols, choir specials, special solo, not seen
but heard, and the snow still falling; truly it was a "Silent Night,
Then I stepped out to give the drama presentation.
Our little church was full. I told the Christmas story from the view
point of Mary's mother. I shared the prophecies of His birth, the
angel's announcement, the belief and faith of a young virgin, the doubts
and then belief of a righteous man who would take the virgin Mary as
his wife. I ended with the reading of the birth and the shepherds'
wonder and praise at all that they "had seen and heard." Then I
announced, "Joy to the World, the Lord IS come, Joy to the world! The
congregation responded by singing out that great carol proclaiming "Joy
to the World!"
Christmas Eve for me in Marble with all its
beauty, with its snow, with the faithful celebrating together His
birth was truly "on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests."