That Christmas Moment When the World Stops
nuchylee/freedigitalphotos.net/ As a child, I loved Christmas Eve, but not for the obvious reasons. Sure, Santa Claus' arrival lurked in the back of my mind, but Christmas never really began until my parents took us to the Christmas Eve service at church. The sanctuary of our small church basked in an atmosphere of expectation as the minister lit the last candle in the advent wreath. Beautiful glass lamps hung from the wooden-beamed ceiling, their light glowing on the aged walls. At night, the sanctuary took on a mysterious air, the stained glass windows subdued to darkness, the world outside awaiting the light of the world. On Christmas Eve, our little church waited for the true Light of the world, and the place became magical to me. We heard the story of Christmas interspersed with songs like The First Noel, Oh Come All Ye Faithful, and O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. I don't know about you, but I always found the experience of the shepherds the most wonderfu