Fifteen years ago our family trekked across Canada to take up residence in a new home. We arrived just before Christmas and attended our new church a few days later. The children of the community were presenting their Christmas pageant. My boys were enthusiastically welcomed and pressed into service as extra shepherds.
This meant I was free to go into the church, sit back and enjoy the service. Bliss!
It wasn’t perfect, but it was wonderful
The children began to act out the well-loved story of Jesus’ birth. It was a wonderful retelling. Not because it was a perfect production, but because of some delightfully unscripted moments that occurred as the story unfolded.Continue Reading