I don’t talk about my family much; I am a very private person. I rarely say how proud I am of each of my siblings. But today, sitting in my father’s old church, I smiled as I witnessed my sister, Melissa come alive. Normally, Missie, as friends and family call her, hobbles behind a walker moving slowly side to side. But put her on a pulpit with a microphone, and the game changes. Her sermon today was what is the true meaning of Christmas. I watched her as she literally worked the congregation in an Oprah Winfrey persona asking each person what was the true meaning of Christmas.
At the end, “Pastor Scott”, as the parishioners refer to her, spoke of her infant who was born Christmas eve and died a few months later; she went on to speak of our parents who both spent a lifetime in church and were now gone; finally she spoke of our two aunts who both died this year. As if an angel had touched her to come out of darkness into the light, she started speaking of the true Christmas spirit; how there was always something to be thankful for; how she loved giving and appreciated all children as a reflection of her personal loss; and how she was grateful that she had one sister in the congregation to share our first Christmas without our elders. In summary Pastor Scott reminded us that nothing we can see is permanent.; all things will return to the dust and only the spirit is everlasting. Amen sis.
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