A friend brought her bunny. That's right, a bunny, as in rabbit. She was kind enough to share and allow me to hold it throughout the service. When a family with young children came in, I moved over and sat with them so the kids could pet the bunny. They gently inspected it's ears, patted it's soft fur and examined it's feet. Their dad took pictures from his cell phone in the next pew. All of this occurred during the service. You might say we're a bit relaxed at our church. It was fun to hold the bunny and fun to watch the kids wonder at it. Somehow I don't think Jesus had a problem with it.
It was also good to see a couple of people who have been through a tough time lately ... people that I love and nearly lost recently. It was good to hug them and tell them I'm glad they are here. I really am.
We have a couple in our church who play Santa and Mrs. Claus at various places around town. Yesterday the lady was telling about some of the stories they hear as they are doing their Santa gig and said, "You know, people tell Santa things they can't tell other people".
When I walked in to the service tonight the man pulled out a folded up piece of notebook paper and showed me a letter to Santa that a little boy gave him today while he was playing Santa at a children's home. On it was a child's drawing of a mommy and a little boy and scrawled in childish handwriting was this note.
Today the most very important thing I want for Christmas is to see my birth
That's all I'm asking for.
That's all I want for Christmas
at the very bottom of my list.
But someday I'll find her somewhere out there.
I really love my birth mommy. I want to go back but I can't because
I don't' belong anywhere.
7 year-old boy
If you happen by here and read this tonight, please pray for this little one.
If you can't have a merry Christmas this year, I wish you a peace-filled one.