Saturday, December 8, 2001
How Lovely is thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yea faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
My husband, Mark, and I love to meet in Cloverdale Park to share an hour and lunch whenever possible. There's something about being near this place, our church, that makes an hour together, in the middle of a busy work day, more enjoyable . . . even serene. This church has always had that effect on us. We love the beauty of the architecture, the stone, the stained glass, the wooden carved altar, the trees.
It is true that Christ's church is not a building. It is the people, who come together to worship, to learn, to comfort, and to serve. We love this place because it is here that we as a congregation have shared these experiences, especially at Christmas time.
We love the rich, meaningful symbolism of the Chrismon trees, the hanging of the greens and that families light the a dvent candle each year. We love that Wayne sings Sweet Little Jesus Boy . . . and Lee, O Holy Night. We love that our children have shared their Christmases with the children of Nellie Burge and that our Sunday School class donates collected offerings to five different charities. We love that people who have moved away come back to this place at Christmas. We love the packed Christmas Eve services.
We love this place because it reminds us of the Living God who dwells in the hearts of each of us.
Prayer: Thank you God for this place . . . this church . . . for those who built it, for those who care for it, and for those who fill it with your love, especially at this Holy season of Christmas. Amen.