A hushed silence fell over the sanctuary as the mature, frail senior pastor steadied himself when he rose to the lectern and slowly opened the Holy Bible. With enduring precision, he straightened his spectacles across the bridge of his nose before clearing his throat. Then in a soft feeble voice lacking volume, he began to share the story of the Nativity.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. For to us a child is born, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the Lord Almighty will accomplish this.”
At times you could almost feel yourself leaning forward in the pew to hear the whisper of God. It was as though the entire congregation was holding its breath, afraid to emit one single vowel that would interrupt the flow of words radiating the spirit of Christmas.
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