 |
| Courtesy of Pixabay |
It seems so long ago since the child in me attended Sunday school. Sitting in the quant First Reformed Church. My mother didn't go to church but, she felt we should attend. My aunt taught Sunday school and she certainly had an unruly group of students. She was helping with the Christmas Pageant and the kids in her class would star in the Christmas Eve Show. We had a few weeks to practice for this special event. I was chosen to play Mary and I remember being elated. My grandmother would sit at her old singer sewing machine patiently sewing my blue tunic and habit. She told me that blue was a fitting color for me and I guess she was right.
Each week we practiced. It was the weekly comedy show at the First Reformed Church. The boys designated to be kings were always throwing the gifts around and pushing each other. The angels talked constantly and never knew their lines. I was always day dreaming somewhere past the stained glass. Each week it looked like we would never get our act together. The minister came and talked to us about the importance of Christmas and how the congregation would be depending on us to shine with Christmas light.
The big night arrived and by some miracle everyone did their part. Towards, the end the lights were dimmed and candles were lit. I lifted baby Jesus from the manger and presented him to the congregation. The church choir broke out in song. I don't remember why I lifted him up or even if I was supposed to but, this memory seems to arise this time of year and it makes me smile. In that small country church surrounded by light, I believed there was something greater out there happening.
The shaman in me has traveled many miles since those days in my spiritual journey. But, I continue to search for light and I choose the frequency of love.
season of advent
memories of a childhood
candles glow with light
linking with earthweal
Peace, light and love
Thank you for visiting