Let me be right up front…I don’t go to church. My church is the forest where I can feel the presence of God in every breeze that blows through the trees. However, when it comes to the holidays, I miss being part of an organization that sets time aside to celebrate the birth of Christ, my reason for the season.
To feel that special presence of Christmas this year, I went on the “Candlelight Tour of the Historical Houses of Worship” in Frederick, Maryland. It was a wonderful experience shared with my sister and her two younger daughters, ages 9 and 10.
I was blown away. Each church, or cathedral, was beautiful in its Christmas finery, but it wasn’t even that…it was the initial impact of entering a place of God. The soft murmuring of the patrons, the music…oh the music! Harps, bells, pipe organs, pianos, violins!
My breath caught in my throat as I looked up into the eaves of each church feeling something that I could not see. My eyes then slowly descending to find one of the church members, extending a warm hand and an eye crinkling smile, welcoming me to their special place of worship. Finding a seat in the sanctuary I closed my eyes to take in the scent of over a hundred years of church goers wafting together with the scented candles, coffee and cookies. Wow, just wow!