At Christmas Eve worship I was helping serve communion and as each person stepped forward, some returned my smile at the blessing while others choose to gaze at the floor and not meet my eyes. Ninety year old Henrietta was following her granddaughter, and as the line parted revealing Henrietta, her face was brilliant and glowing. She emitted a sense of calm, joy-filled peace, and as our eyes met I felt very fortunate to be there and share that moment with her. It was like she knew something that the rest of us just yearn to know.
Perhaps the angels that watched over the manger so very long ago had that same, knowing glow about them. I wouldn't be surprised if one of those angels was named Henrietta.
Perhaps the angels that watched over the manger so very long ago had that same, knowing glow about them. I wouldn't be surprised if one of those angels was named Henrietta.
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