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12月15日 Lift high the crossSo, yet another story of my childhood...When I was little, i was a regular Sunday School attendee, and being the oldest child I was, i loved getting perfect attendance. Though i was in Sunday School, i don't remember often being in church. Now that isn't to say that it didn't happen, but my guess is my mother didn't want to attempt to take 3 kids to church. Or maybe, it was the taking my brother into church thing that prevented her (he was kind of a turd)
ANYWAY, the clear memories I have of going to an actual church service when I was little was going to church with Grandma and Grandpa when we would stay with them. They went to Trinity, the other big Lutheran church in town. (we went to First Lutheran) As I think back, I have 2 clear memories of those Sundays with Grandma and Grandpa. getting to go to Perkins after church, and, Going to church, and staring up at the big, blue cross that was suspended from the ceiling. I don't remember what my Grandma and Grandpa did to keep 4 kids quiet (myself and my 2 siblings, and my uncle, who is 4 years older than me.) I would like to think that for me, staring at the cross was enough. Probably wasn't, but i can pretend! this is my memory!
Later, my family joined Trinity, after my Grandpa died, so my Grandma would have someone to sit with (6th pew from the front, right side.) As those who know me know, Trinity was essential in my faith formation, and the people there are one of the big reasons I am sitting in the place I am today.
I still love that cross. My mom gave me a replica of it when I graduated from college, and it sits in my office, and I look at it often. I get to go home next week, and I know that when I walk into that sanctuary, It will be one of the first things I will look at, and feel truly home.
The cross is a symbol of our Christian Faith that we often take for granted. so often, we "pretty it up." Sometimes, it becomes just a symbol for us. I know it does for me. But this time of year, when so often crosses and nativity scenes are in the same room, it becomes especially poingnant for me. Because in just a short time, we celebrate the birth of a king, born in a barn (which probably smelled like poop! according to a 2nd grader i talked to last weekend.) And then, in a few short months we will honor his death. This child king came into the world in a not so glamorous fashion, and died in a not so glamorous fashion. Yet the good news, which we really celebrate was not how He died, but how he lived after that death, and promises that to all of us. It is awe-inspiring to me to look at the baby in the manger, and know that he is my savior. Truly Amazing.
And I can look up at the cross, and remember that I too am a part of that story, because that cross grounds me to being the person I am today.
Peace!
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