Our Christmas

We had a lovely Christmas!

David's mom joined us from western Kentucky and arrived on Christmas Eve. We gathered alongside Apostles Anglican Church (which is where The Point Community Church: LEX gathers) for a candlelight Christmas Eve service. I thoroughly enjoyed the service. It was very different in that much of the service was liturgical. It was very refreshing, indeed!

All dressed up and ready to go:

 

On Christmas morning, we began with opening gifts. We started out with only the 3 big boys and Kaedmon and Clara joined us later on in the morning (those two love their sleep).

Next we celebrated with a big yummy breakfast of bread pudding (with sprinkles, of course) and casserole!

And then, we played. All. day. long.

The evening brought a delicious dinner and a reading of the Christmas story. It was quite entertaining and it's always rewarding to learn how much your children do, in fact, "get" in regard to the meaning of Christmas (although you rarely get a glimpse of it on Christmas morning as wrapping paper is flying).

Merry Christmas!

A Poem for Mother's Day

By John Piper

Where Was Mary?

“After singing a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.”

Where was Mary, Jesus’ mother
When he sang his final song?
Where was Mary on the evening
Of the world’s most wicked wrong?

Where was Mary at the moment
Jesus broke the tender bread?
Where was Mary when he blessed it
With his mercy and his dread?

Where was Mary in the darkness
When he poured the cup of wine?
When he spoke of blood and promise,
And he whispered, “This is mine”?

Where was Mary when the Sovereign
Put his garment to the side,
When he washed the feet of sinners
On his knees before he died?

Where was Mary on the night when
Jesus sang his final song?
Where was Mary on the evening
Of the world’s most wicked wrong?

* * *
She was in the lower chamber
By the window open wide;
She was list’ning; she was praying
On her knees before he died.

When she heard the word “remember”
She remembered everything:
How she quoted from the Psalter
And she taught him how to sing;

How the bread was baked in ovens
With a blazing fire below;
How the grapes were crushed and beaten
For the blood-red wine to flow.

Where was Mary Jesus’ mother
When he sang his final song
She was kneeling by the window
Where through tears she sang along.