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Last Night's Christmas Service

 



I'm pondering the festive glow of last night's Christmas candlelight service.  The pastor's sermon,  "You Are Why Jesus is the Reason for the Season," encouraged us to embrace the greatest gift of all.

The joyful carolers, excited worshipers and smiling choir filled my love tank to overfull.  New believers lined up for water baptism during praise and worship! I still feel the excitement of the massive congregation  clapping and cheering when these new lifers, one after another, rose from the water.

After church, we took advantage of the cute photo booths on campus.  The church's outdoor cafeteria served us cookies on snowflake napkins to go with our hot chocolate!





Why is this magical service so early in the holiday season?  We all must adjust since Sunday services max out in this place with eager attendees.  The new Thursday evening service fills up the sanctuary as well.  It is exhilarating to witness revival in South Tucson with all these fired-up believers!

The Christmas story of Mary bursting forth with child, no room at the inn, visited by worshipful shepherds brings the Scriptures to life for me at this huge mega church when I think of how they expand their capacity to make sure there's always room for one more.  We enthusiastically worship Jesus here, for indeed, each one of us is the reason Jesus came in this season to save us all.



Merry Christmas, everyone!





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  1. Hi sister Mary! I haven't visited my blog in a while and tonight, I got excited that you posted a new one! How special that gathering was! After all, this special season is about the good Lord. And your grandkids are all grown-ups now! Thank you for sharing that special moment and sharing some pics of your beautiful family. It's good to see you! Merry Christmas and may this coming new year bring you lots of your heart's wishes to come true! Love you in Christ and stay strong in the Lord's mighty power! God bless, strengthen and protect you and your family always. Hugs...

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  2. Merry Christmas Mary! I was just thinking about you yesterday and I'm thrilled to see your post. You have a lovely family and please tell the young lady wearing the blue skirt if she gets tired of that adorable handbag I will be happy to take it off her hands.😅 I love purses!

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  3. Merry Christmas, Mary! Thank you for sharing your special evening with us, and I love these images of your beautiful family.

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