Someone I knew on Facebook before I met her in person tagged me, and a couple of other people, with this photo, which came from who knows where. (I was going to say “Allah knows where,” but deferred.)
One of the things about the Christmas Eve service, pretty much in both my current church and the previous one, is that they are about the same, every year.
There’s music, interspersed with readings. The readings, particularly, the later ones, are pretty much as they were last year and the year before that.
(I occasionally wonder if people who only attend church on Christmas and Easter think that the church has a really limited repertoire.)
We light the candles during the singing of Silent Night as the room lights are dimmed. We are all illuminated by candlelight in a period of silence.
One could see this as boring, and predictable, yet I choose not to do so. It’s Christmas Eve again, and we wait in anticipation of what is going to happen.
O Holy Night, with Trombone Shorty.