Yesterday as the pianist walked into the memory care community, he was humming "I Am Dreaming of a White Christmas." Yes, that did indeed lead to a service dedicated to Christmas carols. Several of the staff looked at us a little sideways, until they looked around and realized that several residents were smiling, nodding their heads, and some were singing from memory. As I served Communion, the pianist played "Silent Night". One of the assistants came to me and asked if I would visit a resident who was dying. The promise of a bright, holy night carried us into that time of blessing, prayer, and release.
The heart knows no calendar, no schedule, only love.
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