Christmas Eve Homily - 3
Series:Christmas Homilies
Vermon Pierre
It's one of big mysteries from my childhood. Every year, on Christmas Eve, my parents take me and my sister to Christmas Eve service at our church. When we left, no Christmas lights were on. No presents under tree. Nothing in stockings. Go to the service and come back in about an hour and a half. And when got back, Christmas tree lit up, stockings full of gifts, under the tree would be all these presents.
It was really cool. And really frustrating for me as a teenager because couldn't figure out how they did it! My sister was several years younger, so of course for her, she thought, ''Wow. Maybe Santa Claus is real?'' (Hey Melissa, it was our parents!) I of course too old to fall for such tricks. So would grill our parents. ''How did you do it? You guys are with us the whole time at church. Did one of our relatives come over and do it? But how did they do it?'' Several things seemed to make logistics pretty tight if it was one of my relatives.
My parents, despite pretty intense questioning, not tell me. And as a parent now, I can understand why. Main goal for Christmas Eve night wasn't dissect all ins and outs of their gift giving strategy. The point wasn't to explain all that was there. The point Christmas Eve night was to receive it all in - to receive gifts from my parents as acts of love and grace from them to us.
World full of unanswered questions. Why do things happen the way that they do? Why have things happened to you in way that they have happened? Think over this past year, in particular think about the disappointments, the failures, the frustrations. The pains, the sorrows. The insults. The rejections.
I imagine many of you spent whole lot of time trying to figure out all the whys of these things. Which is understandable. We want to know why. And we don't know the answers to our whys. Eventually, I believe we will understand all the hows and whys about life. But at ...
Series:Christmas Homilies
Vermon Pierre
It's one of big mysteries from my childhood. Every year, on Christmas Eve, my parents take me and my sister to Christmas Eve service at our church. When we left, no Christmas lights were on. No presents under tree. Nothing in stockings. Go to the service and come back in about an hour and a half. And when got back, Christmas tree lit up, stockings full of gifts, under the tree would be all these presents.
It was really cool. And really frustrating for me as a teenager because couldn't figure out how they did it! My sister was several years younger, so of course for her, she thought, ''Wow. Maybe Santa Claus is real?'' (Hey Melissa, it was our parents!) I of course too old to fall for such tricks. So would grill our parents. ''How did you do it? You guys are with us the whole time at church. Did one of our relatives come over and do it? But how did they do it?'' Several things seemed to make logistics pretty tight if it was one of my relatives.
My parents, despite pretty intense questioning, not tell me. And as a parent now, I can understand why. Main goal for Christmas Eve night wasn't dissect all ins and outs of their gift giving strategy. The point wasn't to explain all that was there. The point Christmas Eve night was to receive it all in - to receive gifts from my parents as acts of love and grace from them to us.
World full of unanswered questions. Why do things happen the way that they do? Why have things happened to you in way that they have happened? Think over this past year, in particular think about the disappointments, the failures, the frustrations. The pains, the sorrows. The insults. The rejections.
I imagine many of you spent whole lot of time trying to figure out all the whys of these things. Which is understandable. We want to know why. And we don't know the answers to our whys. Eventually, I believe we will understand all the hows and whys about life. But at ...
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