On the night of Christmas Eve, we attended the Christmas Eve Service at our church as a family. We usually attend this service together but it has looked very different over the years as our kids have grown. When our girls were little, they were often involved in short skits as various characters ranging from sheep, to the shepherds, to even Mary or Joseph. Other years they would read passages of Scripture or poems and they often played a musical instrument. I have to admit that it is very bittersweet to see our girls now sitting in the church with me while Nolan takes part in the readings and the skits and other young toddlers / kids are tripping over lines, fighting behind the manger, and even ripping baby Jesus from the crib and dropping him on the ground. It was a sweet night filled with laughter, yet a quiet time of peaceful singing as we reflected on the birth of our Savior.
Nolan kicked off the evening by reading the passage in Isaiah that foretold of our Savior's coming.
We all knew ahead of time that Nolan would be dressing as a wiseman, but none of us had seen his costume so none of us were expecting what we saw from the corner of our eye when he started walking back down the aisle. We may have laughed a bit, especially when we saw him carrying a kleenex box pretending that it was his gift to the King!
After the play was over, Nolan took his seat beside us and we closed out the service singing hymns by candlelight.
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