A couple of years ago, my mother and I pulled out of storage a beautiful dress winter coat that she had made for me when I was about ten years old. The coat is a red, loopy, wool-like fabric, with white “fur” edging the hood and cuffs, patch pockets, with a silver satin lining. It closes with “frogs,” not buttons – I remember that I thought frogs were so unique and beautiful when I was that age. We got it out of storage with the hope that one of my daughters might wear it.  The red coat has been worn a few times but the weird winter weather in Virginia meant that some years it was too wet or too warm to wear.

Last year one of the girls put her hand into the pockets and pulled out a Christmas treasure. In the pocket, stored across the years since I was in fourth or sixth grade, was some paper. It was folded many times into a 2”x3” square. We unfolded it carefully and discovered my portion of the Christmas pageant script. I was one of the angels that year, one of four or five, and we each had a line or two to say. The hymns for that day were written on the back in my loopy, oversized cursive: Angels We Have Heard on High, O Little Town of Bethlehem, and so on. We marveled at this treasure from time past and discussed different ways of doing Christmas pageants, all of which tell The Story of Emmanuel, God With Us, Jesus God Incarnate.

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While Christmastide is over until December 25 and most have taken down and packed away the Christmas decorations, your work is not done. May you find a new way to tell the story of God’s Incarnation and how you have come to meet Jesus the Christ in you. Point to Jesus at work in the world and be like the angels who told the shepherds where to seek. Sing your Gloooooooooooooooorias to the universe and Rejoice!