Who Will Go Do Advent?

Day 23 of Advent, Christmas Day

Day has yet to come to the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.  I sit alone by lamp light with The Ancient Text while the house sleeps save the baby who whimpers an innocent merriness to the morning.  We went to the mountains last night to church.   We lit The Christ candle, partook of The Sacred Lord’s Supper and held to the old candle light vigil to welcome the New Born Savior.  All was merry and bright.  This is Advent.  As we returned home we passed a lonely bar lighting up the night with neon promises.  Several cars were parked out front and I pondered in my heart the souls that sat inside this cold Christmas Eve.  Who lit their Christ candle, served their Eucharist, surrounded them with their candle light vigil of welcome to Chris the Lord, their Savior as well?  I heard a Still Small Voice whisper, “you”.  I rode along hearing in my heart the song I had just sang, “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace and good will to men.”  All was merry and bright.