The Christ Candle has been lit, the child nestles his mother’s breast. We have sung the refrain of Silent Night together for the last time lit by flickering candles. My study at church is nearly emptied out, a process that began weeks ago, but is now evident from empty shelves and file drawers. My heart, however, remains full.
You have been the church of my maturity, the one I wondered about when I was young and imagined in the course of my ministry. Then and now I knew that God would be faithful, to me and to the bodies of Christ I would serve beside, bringing us into situations where we could use our gifts, and joining us to share joy in the gospel. That hope has certainly been fulfilled.
This Sunday as we worship together for the last time, members of my Atlanta family will be here, son Tucker and granddaughter Henley, and my sister Julie and wife Mardee. There are bound to be some tears on my side, so I’ll put tissues in my pocket.
Our time together may be ending, but in God every ending begins a new journey. That may sound hackneyed, but as I have asserted many times we are people of the Word, and scripture is full of such promises: “Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way…” (Isaiah 43:19).
Yes, Lord, yes.
In Christ, Catherine
Scripture Readings for December 30, 2018
1st Sunday After Christmas
1 Samuel 2:18-20, 26