Rev. Caroline Noll, Associate Pastor
I finally brought out all the Christmas boxes today.
Not that they’ve all been unpacked, but I did pull them out of the closet, staged and ready to go.
The tree went up the day before Thanksgiving this year, but it stayed bare for several days.
Tonight we finished hanging the first box of ornaments, some of our favorites that I got when the kids were tiny.
Then I opened a second box that has many things I remember from my childhood.
I slowly unwrapped each item, found a place on the bookshelf for the angels and sheep, and tied the handmade ornaments on the tree.
A couple of the handmade ornaments were falling apart.
I found the craft glue and tried to fix them.
We’ll see in the morning whether I was successful or whether they will go back in the box.
I watched my kids handling all the decorations.
They are old enough to know how to be careful, but sometimes accidents do happen, and some items are just old.
Part of me cringed as I watched them, fearful that things would break, but I didn’t interfere.
I didn’t interfere because I remember being allowed to tie the handmade ornaments on the tree as a child (after I was “allowed” to iron the ribbons).
I remember sitting with my mom unwrapping the tissue-packed nativity.
I remember untangling strings of lights with my dad.
I remember crowding around the tree with my brother finding where our favorite ornaments were hung.
So the kids rearranged the nativity.
They hung ornaments on the tree, even the fragile ones.
And the collection of nutcrackers were lip syncing Christmas carols.
Will these treasures eventually fall apart? Of course.
But the deeper work will remain. The work of sharing story, time and love together.
It is the same with our faith.
Our journey with God is not something to be kept away for safe-keeping.
Our faith is meant to be interacted with, used, be part of our life.
It is meant to be shared with others, to bring joy, to share story, to bring hope, to remind us who we are.
Let’s be bold and get our faith out of the box!
It might get some wear along the way, but oh the shared stories, the new memories, the bold work, the ties formed.
It’s what we’re meant for.
It’s what we’re made for.
You are blessed to be a blessing.