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Pictured are my wife, my granddaughter and my son, standing in a bandshell, Weston Park, Florida.
Jerrod, my son, produced an outdoor concert with the cooperation of three churches and invited two of their praise bands, while putting together a dramatic reenactment of the Nativity tradition.
It was cold.
Usually in Florida, when it’s cold, people escape into their homes and pull out blankets they purchased twenty years ago, which are still in plastic wrappers. But for some reason, a respectable, decent and nearly surprising gathering braved the chill to come, sit in a park and listen to music that was jubilant, if not pitch-perfect.
They perched patiently as the story of Christmas unfolded before their eyes with deliberation, dodging a few technical gaffes. I was among them, along with my comrade-in-tunefulness, Janet Clazzy.
I was struck with the beauty of the evening.
It was not all drenched in serendipity. The audience was tribal, and much too linked to their own concerns to homogenize into a spiritual sweet butter, but setting that aside, it was proof positive that the Christmas story still has wheels.
Honestly, as they told the tale in front of me, I giggled a little bit. If I were hearing this fantabulous explanation for the first time, I wondered if I would shake my head in disbelief.
But you see, it’s not about what happened in a manger two thousand years ago. It’s about what transpired in a park last night in Weston, Florida.
If an idea that appeared two thousand years ago can put a chill down your spine, (and not just because the thermometer dipped) and still has real human emotion, then you’ve discovered magic.
Christians are not better people. We have our share of sinners, assholes, pedophiles and fruitcakes. But we have a great back-story.
Our Savior doesn’t kill people.
Our Savior doesn’t want to hurt women and children.
Our Savior is humble.
Our Savior sets people free instead of locking them up in bondage.
Our Savior isn’t religious.
Our Savior was one of us.
I left warmed. (Well, at least warm enough to get to my car and turn on the heater.)
Congratulations to my son, my daughter-in-law, my granddaughter and my wife for having the courage to test the message of the angels one more time.
The good news is, when “Oh Come, All Ye Faithful” get together, the better news is, it brings “Joy to the World.”
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