Twas the Sunday after Christmas, and all through the church Only the preacher was stirring, the office chair my perch. The hymnals were placed in the pew racks with care, In hopes that many worshipers soon would be there.
The bulletins were nestled by each entrance way, Silently hoping for half the crowd that appeared the eve before Christmas Day. With the sermon out of the computer, by the printer's swift zap I shifted my attention, the worship service to map.
When out in the narthex there arose a mild clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter. Away through the office door I slipped like a song, Eased open the sanctuary door and surveyed the throng.
When what to my wondering eyes did I behold It was the Director of Music, and her choir, young and old! More rapid than eagles her singers they came, And she whistled and whispered and called them by name.
Now sopranos! now altos, now tenors and basses! The service is about to start, would you please take your places! So, up to the choir loft the singers they flew, With arms full of music -- and the organist, too!
As I drew in my head and was turning around, Out from the chapel came the liturgist with a bound! A bundle of papers was stuffed in her Bible Announcements and inserts, the Sunday paper to rival!
All things being ready, we processed to the pulpit, Through prayer and praise, God's Word to interpret. The faithful were scattered, all clustered by the aisles The expanse of seats in between seemed to go on for miles.
The sermon was based on some words to Titus by Paul A Christmas reminder of God's expectation of us all. For love of the Savior, we should upright lives show, As to ungodly, worldy passions, taught to say "No!"
The benefits of this relationship are more than just meager But, they require more attendance than just Christmas and Easter. With this point being made, had I been way too sudden? I feared it was true as my gaze met a Deacon's.
She sat near the front with a pained look of disbelief A clump of gum she held tight in her teeth. But a wink of her eye, and a twist of the head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
The ushers appeared, and went straight to their work, And filled all the offering plates, and turned with a jerk. Then singing a hymn, the service to close, With a perceptible nod, up the center aisle I strode.
After the hymn, a charge, straight to the heart, like a missle Before the congregation all flew away like the down of a thistle They heard me exclaim, these words I did speak, If you want the joy of Christmas to last, you'll seek to renew it here each week!
May the joy of Christ’s birth be with you and yours during this holy season and into the New Year!
Rev. Dr. Dan Williams Executive Presbyter/Stated Clerk